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Dahlia Sanders's eyes widened in shock, instinctually struggling. But she was no match for Yves King, who quickly kissed her lips. Suddenly, it felt as if a bomb exploded in her head. Oh my god, she was forcibly kissed by this man. Ah ah~
"Yves King!" Wendy Quay couldn't believe what she was witnessing and covered her mouth to stop herself from shouting. Seven or eight seconds passed before she shook herself back to reality. Hastily grabbing his arm, she pleaded tremblingly, "Don't do this, Yves King, she's just a child. If you have to vent your anger, vent it out on me, okay?"
"Hmph!" At Wendy Quay's plea, Yves King finally let go of Dahlia Sanders. He looked at her, eyes shut tight and flushed, with a sneer.
Oh my god, was this a kiss? This, this was her first kiss. Dahlia, suddenly overcome, opened her eyes to find him smirking. Infuriated, her tiny fists started pounding against him: "Dirty old man, awful big bully. You're really awful, you really are."
