"You…" Qiao Mu had only uttered one word when Mo Lian toppled her onto the bed, and the man thoroughly stopped up the latter half of her sentence in her small mouth.
The man's kiss came thunderously like a stormy gale in a surprising turn of events.
In an instant, he whisked Qiao Mu's breath away.
The man's scorching presence suddenly assaulted her senses.
This kiss was unlike the ones from before, which were like a dragonfly touching the water lightly: graceful, tender, reserved, and pleasantly warm.
Today's kiss was simply crazed. He immediately pressed against her small mouth tightly, rubbing and grinding against her lips, preventing her from fleeing again.
Qiao Mu let out a muffle as she exerted strength to break free of his arms, but the man's scorching arms were coursing with astonishing strength. It simply wasn't possible for her to struggle free with her soft and small stature.
