"Let go of me! What the hell are you doing!" Song Weiyi screamed out loud!
She had underestimated this man's strength and was caught completely off guard.
"What am I doing? Guess? Had you not brought up the incident from last time, I would have been fine, but now that you have, I'm not happy," Sheng Jinsen leaned against the table, his body bending forward, his warm breath bit by bit spraying onto Song Weiyi's face.
Avoiding the stranger's breath, Song Weiyi violently turned her head away from his advance.
Sheng Jinsen, who was about to kiss the corner of Song Weiyi's lips, unexpectedly landed the kiss on her cheek.
Her skin was so delicate that not even a hint of fuzz could be seen, as smooth and captivating as the finest silk.
Sheng Jinsen paused, his gaze suddenly becoming greedy. Just a peck on the cheek had set his heart racing uncontrollably.
This woman was simply a treasure.
A surge of moist warmth on her cheek instantly stimulated Song Weiyi's senses.
