Beigong Cang pulled Qianning into the elevator and closed the elevator doors. In this narrow space, they could at least have a minute to talk properly.
Beigong Cang released Qianning's wrist and continued, "You just took my child and left, didn't you feel any pain? That was our child! We agreed to be together, yet you left just like that. Do you know how sad and pained I was? Two years! For two years you didn't contact me. Damn it!..."
These words had been hidden in his heart for two years. But now, faced with her, he didn't even know what he was saying. Perhaps at this moment, his actions could better express what he wanted to say to her.
He pulled the unsuspecting Qianning to him and held her tightly in his arms. His lips sealed the cry of surprise that she hadn't had time to utter.
His tongue delved deeply into her mouth, savoring her sweetness. Qianning struggled faintly, but how could her slight strength break free from Beigong Cang's firm restraint?
