The man slightly pulled away from her lips, his voice husky and sexy, "Wasn't it you who insisted that I come and accompany you to change clothes? We've just started changing, and now you tell me to let go, playing games with me?"
Without waiting for her to react, he sealed her lips again.
Luo Qiangwei was no match for his strength and was quickly pressed against the wall.
Even the elastic band holding her ponytail was pulled off by him, and her dark tea-colored curly hair cascaded down.
Luo Qiangwei trembled with rage, feeling ashamed of her whole exposed body; through clenched teeth and a trembling voice, she said, "I've already undressed; now you can leave me alone, get away from me!"
"Hmm, undressed," Mo Shiche kept kissing her deeply and affectionately; his thin lips moved from her chin down to her collarbone, then quickly came back up. His palm rested on the side of her waist, "You're sweating; let's take off these last two pieces, shall I bathe you, is that okay?"
