Li Chengyun was taken aback, looking at the glasses tossed aside, then at her, "Do you hate it when I wear glasses?"
Yu Jingrong's gaze craftily shifted, deliberately making negative assumptions: "Yes, you look a bit like a pervert."
"Pervert?" Li Chengyun narrowed his eyes slightly, strands of hair scattered down, the deep pupils gleamed captivating yet dangerous light.
"Mmm." While Yu Jingrong said so, she instinctively shied away a bit.
But it was pointless, Li Chengyun had already pressed his lips onto hers, kissing her fiercely, before doing so he said, "Since you find me perverse, let's be a little perverse today."
What? Getting pervert? Yu Jingrong was startled, instinctively squirming, almost hitting and kicking, but it didn't help against Li Chengyun, this struggle instead seemed more enticing being pinned beneath him.
