The man's breath, heavy with the scent of alcohol, hit her face without leaving a single gap between their bodies.
Wei Anning was terrified and bewildered, pushing hard against his solid chest with both hands as she roared, "Bastard, let go of me, let go of me... mmm..."
Fueled by alcohol, Leng Youchen lowered his head and sealed her cursing lips with his own. Her taste was damn delightful, and almost as soon as he touched her, he couldn't help but want more.
Wei Anning's eyes widened, the cold mask pressed against her face, his lips grinding against hers, sparking an unusual flame. She felt the heat of his hand wandering on her body, seemingly trying to arouse her feelings.
She was petrified, every cell in her body resisting. She opened her mouth to bite him, and he let out a muffled groan but didn't pull away, letting her bite him even though it hurt, the taste of blood filling the space between their teeth.
