"Are you angry when I kiss you?"
"Um… almost."
Before she finished speaking, the man who was sitting on the chair beside the bed suddenly stood up and pressed her under him and propped his hands on either side of her at an unexpected speed. He gazed at her at such a close distance and their noses almost touched, so did their lips.
She was startled, looked at him blankly, and didn't dare to say anything. She didn't understand… what he was going to do…
"If I kiss you now, will you still be angry?" The man gave a wicked smile, pressing her on the bed and giving her no chance to avoid this topic.
Looking incredulously at the man whose lips were so close to hers, Feng Ling didn't dare to move or talk.
Li Nanheng still gazed at her. "May I kiss you now?"
Feng Ling: "…"
"Boss." Her voice was trembling and tilted her head to avoid his lips. She tried to push him away. "Don't, don't…"
