A wicked smile played across his face as he hooked her chin once again, his long fingers trailing over her lips. "These lips are to be tasted by me alone." His mesmerizing eyes were even darker, unfathomable.
Qianxue turned her head away, her complexion a mix of anger and pallor. In this state, she was no different from his plaything. He was domineering, and she was bereft of dignity.
Suppressing her rage, her chest heaved dramatically. Today, this man as cold as ice seemed to have lost his usual composure, exuding an evil charm and displaying a hint of despotism.
She decided to ignore the oppressive man, turned around, and refused his presence.
Leng Chenxuan's eyes darkened, and, following his thoughts, he encircled her in his arms, his lips fiercely claiming her delicate ones.
He didn't understand what had come over him, the anger turning into an inexplicable emotion, her stubborn mouth becoming the source of temptation that ensnared him.
