Jian Qing's lily-white cheeks stained a rouge red, her hands hastily gripping the man's large hand that was pulling at her pants.
"Quan Jingwu, you bastard."
Damn it, is he really taking this forceful approach?
Quan Jingwu's frosty eyebrows raised slightly, so she's cursing him as a bastard?
If he didn't do something, wouldn't he be letting down her "compliment"?
His pupils deepened, pinching her chin with his fingertips, and leaning down to press his lips against hers.
"Mm——"
This move came as a complete surprise.
Jian Qing's black eyes widened, staring at the handsome face now enlarged in front of her. A hint of embarrassment surfaced deep in her eyes. He's using that old trick again.
She pushed against his chest, only to find herself held even tighter.
"Xiao Jing!"
"Shh, be good."
The man's low, deep voice was as soothing as a cello, alluring to death.
Jian Qing threw her head back, passively accepting his passionate and fierce kiss.
