Her face landed in his palm, and even her slim waist that was just like a willow was caught in his long arm. His gaze was hot as he glanced at her eyes, then he stared at her red lips.
Kiss me…
Kiss him…
Leng Zhiyuan's irises contracted, and she immediately felt scared. He'd kissed her many times before, but every time, she was forced to accept it. She did not give him a response and did not know how to.
As she looked at his handsome face that was so close to hers, his deep, defined features were just like metal. His strong eyebrows were close to his hairline, his nose was tall, and his thin lips were maroon in colour. No matter how she looked at him, he was extremely masculine and handsome.
"I don't want to…"
"Quickly…" He forcefully pinched her soft waist.
This person…
