Fu Huai'an's lips were burning hot. They forcefully opened her lips, which was a typical trait of his.
Today's Fu Huai'an was different.
Lin Nuan could clearly feel it.
His kiss was stronger and deeper than usual, and it had almost taken away all the air from her lungs at the same time he cracked open her lips—it was so intense she nearly suffocated.
She tightly grasped his shirt with one hand, the other still grasping his wrist. Her heart nearly leaped out from her chest.
An elevator that only recognized fingerprints.
Fu Huai'an clearly had plans when he brought her there.
But despite knowing that, Lin Nuan had no energy left to resist.
