After being forcefully kissed for a while, Feng Ling finally managed to turn away from him. She immediately cursed: "You basta…"
Before she could finish speaking, the man's kiss covered her lips once more. Finally, as she nearly suffocated from his heavy and dominating kiss, the man spoke against her lips huskily: "You're not allowed to curse."
Feng Ling's complexion had turned very pale by then.
"You're drunk to this extent and you have the shame to tell me not to curse? Even if I was cursing, I would be scolding you, you bastar…"
The man gave her another punishing kiss. Finally, Feng Ling laid back on the bed weakly to catch her breath. She pushed against his chest with some difficulty but was unable to get him to budge.
