Just when he leaned over to capture her tempting red lips, she sprang up with a turn, pushing Nan Sichen down onto the seat. Her lips covered his, her stance bold and domineering.
Then she began sucking and nibbling haphazardly at his lips and teeth.
Nan Sichen furrowed his brow - if she kept nibbling like this, his lips would surely swell by tomorrow.
Qin Yin saw his furrowed brow and released him, then delivered a fierce command with supreme authority: "Don't frown, submit to me."
Then she lunged at him again. Nan Sichen didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Who knew this girl could exhibit such a delinquent demeanor when drunk?
Perhaps noticing Nan Sichen's ineffable expression, Qin Yin blinked twice, then spoke in a considerably softer tone, "Don't give me that look. I'll take responsibility."
She outstretched her hand to gently rub Nan Sichen's face. "Smile, come on, smile."
