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"Surname Quan, can't we stop having such unfriendly conversations every time? According to Zhui Ming, it makes your IQ seem really worrisome."
"Heh, sure. But—" The man frowned slightly, lowered his head, looking at their bodies pressed together, and at her provocative curves crushed into a pitifully delicate beauty by him. Real, wonderful, its presence shot straight to his brain.
"But what?" Zhan Se's heart was trembling.
His eyes darkened further, and in a husky voice, the man said, "I want to bite back."
What did he mean? Zhan Se's somewhat oxygen-deprived brain hadn't caught on yet when the man had already pinned her hands above her head and with lightning speed, lowered his head and, through her thin nightgown, covered her with urgent and voracious kisses.
Boom—!
Zhan Se's head throbbed, nearly making her pass out.
