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Yves King suddenly turned around, his face about a twenty-centimeter distance from hers, looking at her perfect face that was as red and tender as a flower, with a hint of a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.
Huh? That intoxicating and endless sensation of delight disappeared all at once.
"Isn't that enough? You want more?" Yves King chuckled, looking down at her flushed face with an air of superiority. "If you want more, you can beg me to continue kissing you."
His words made Faye Owen tense up, as his sudden kiss had caught her off guard, leaving her a bit dazed. She quickly regained her senses, her strong sense of self-respect giving her a sudden burst of embarrassment. She barked at him nervously, her face completely red, "Who, who would ask you to ki--kiss me? Let--let go of me, you thug." There was a slight feeling of disappointment deep in her heart. Even though it was him that forced the kiss, she had never experienced that kind of feeling before.
