This time, she wasn't kissing him with the same gentle touch she had by the poolside earlier, but imitating his usual manner.
The moment her lips touched his, a thread in Mo Shiche's mind seemed to snap suddenly, and all the suppressed emotions rushed out, intoxicating him...
It was like the claws of a kitten scratching at his heart; he knew he should stop, but there was an irresistible sense of satisfaction.
The man didn't move, his handsome face devoid of expression, even his gaze on the woman was ice cold.
But his lips were locked with hers, and he couldn't help but take the initiative to entwine with her.
Luo Qiangwei's hands wrapped around his neck as well, kissing him with increasing passion and wild abandon, as if no one else was present.
On the side, Sheng Miao felt like she was going insane, her eyes were bloodshot as she hoarsely shrieked, "You monster! Luo Qiangwei, let him go! You're not allowed to kiss him, he's my fiancé... Don't touch! Let him go right now!"
