His kiss was like a storm, and he gave her no breaks. His lips met with hers tightly. Song Yu was kissed senseless. She could not utter a word, nor did she have the energy to push him away.
She was trapped between his chest and the wall.
She did not know what to do, and her reaction speed was declining. Unknowingly, she rested her hands on his chest.
She intended to push him away, but the moment she felt his chest, she lost the energy to.
Her fingers curled a little, coming into contact with his skin. She felt like she was against a solid wall.
Suddenly, Qi Chengzhi hoisted her up and single-handedly grabbed her hand from his chest and guided it into his bath towel.
Song Yu was already bewildered by the kiss and was not aware of his intentions. Her soft fingertips were taken by him and probed at the bath towel along his waistline. At that moment, the doorbell rang like a thunderbolt in a clear sky.
