It was rare to hear Feng Ling's heartfelt words. Li Nanheng smiled, wiped the water off his hands, and pressed her into his arms. He lowered his head and pressed his forehead against hers. They breath intertwined.
"So, you love me very much now?" The man's voice was low and husky, seductive, and he kissed her lips, taking advantage of her.
Feng Ling was just telling him the truth. She quickly reached out to prevent her hands from dirtying his clothes, and then turned her head back to avoid him. "Li Nanheng, as a man, don't you know shame? I just said something, and you kiss me."
