The man's kiss was fervent and domineering, catching her completely off guard.
His lips were both soft and cool, carrying his distinct masculine scent that invaded her senses.
Su Xiaoli's eyes widened.
At the moment he kissed her, awareness flooded back to her.
She struggled desperately, but the man, having held back for too long, gave her no chance to escape.
Qin Yihan's hand clasped the back of her head and his other hand clasped her waist, deepening and prolonging the kiss...
"Mmm—!"
Finally, when Su Xiaoli was gasping for air, her face turning red, the man couldn't help but laugh and released her.
Su Xiaoli pushed him away and raised her hand to slap him, but he caught her wrist.
He raised an eyebrow, "What, didn't get hurt enough last time?"
Su Xiaoli bit her lip, "Your mask isn't hard this time!"
Last time, when her fingers trembled with pain from slapping him, he was wearing a platinum metal mask.
But now, the one on his face was clearly a silver leather mask.
