Qin Muchuan's legs had no mobility, so the entire kiss was initiated by Lin Xiangwan, and it was forceful, like an emperor imposing his will.
The flashlights flickered again, with many starting to laugh, while others egged them on to prolong the kiss.
It was only when Lin Xiangwan felt her legs grow sore and her lips numb that she heard the surrounding jeers.
She pushed Qin Muchuan away as if she had been electrocuted and stumbled several steps backward.
Then tragically, her heel twisted, her body swayed unstably to the side, and she was about to fall.
"Careful!" Qin Muchuan shouted loudly, trying to catch her.
But the pain in his legs was too severe, and even the slightest movement caused intense agony.
Fortunately, at that moment, Lin Xiangwan was steadied by a middle-aged man. "Be careful!"
Lin Xiangwan quickly turned her head to express her gratitude. "Thank you, thank you!"
The middle-aged man smiled. "You're welcome!"
