He kissed deeply and heavily, and Shi Xiaoya couldn't help bending backward.
She was fortunately flexible.
But the more she retreated, the more Han Zhuoling pressed forward.
How could Han Zhuoling not notice her movements?
There was only one notion floating in his mind currently—a petite and soft body is easily pushed over.
That referred to Shi Xiaoya herself.
The lips pressing against hers quirked up a fraction. Protecting her, he pushed her against the wardrobe.
He was careful to not use much force so as to not hurt her.
His palm covered her back to help reduce the pressure.
Hence, Shi Xiaoya did not feel the pain even when she was suddenly pushed against the wardrobe.
And his palm ultimately was pressed snug against her back because of this.
The heat from his palm seared through her clothes onto her skin.
Shi Xiaoya's bed was clearly behind him, but Han Zhuoling didn't dare push her towards her bed.
