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"Because I like you, I don't feel suffocated, instead, it feels very sweet," her slender fingers climbed onto the man's shoulders.
Mo Chen's eyes were deep as he stared at her slightly parted rosy lips, "Say it again."
Qiao Ruoxin was startled for a moment, thinking this man really had a lot of tricks up his sleeve.
"Mo Chen, I like you... Mmm!"
Before her words could fall, she was silenced by the man's long fingers pressing against her head, as he forcibly kissed her lips.
The kiss turned from gentle pecks to a fierce, passionate one, as if he wanted to engrave Qiao Ruoxin into his very being.
Qiao Ruoxin had wanted to struggle and push him away, but remembering his possessiveness, she couldn't bear to do it and let him have his way with her.
Perhaps after five minutes, ten minutes...
Mo Chen finally let go of her pitifully swollen red lips.
His long fingers caressed Qiao Ruoxin's lips, his voice low and sexy, "Does it hurt?"
