Gong Beiming's tall arms supported the wall, enclosing Chi Xiaoyu in his embrace, looking down at her from above.
"Listen, let's put this matter to rest, and if you mention it again, I'll kiss you until you beg for mercy..."
His deep eyes conveyed a thick threat.
Her little face was flushed, her pajamas torn open, and her snow-white neck marked with little red strawberries he had left.
That last kiss made her body go limp, and she nearly lost herself.
"Gong Beiming, you beast—"
Before she could finish scolding him, his hot lips were on hers once again.
This time was even more excessive; he picked her up and threw her onto the big bed, then pressed down on her.
It was another more intense entanglement of kisses, this time so overwhelming that she could only raise her hands and frantically shake them, signaling that she would never dare again.
Finally, Gong Beiming let go of her.
"I have something to do and need to head out; you get some more sleep!"
