That handsome and extraordinary face slowly moved downward, lower and lower, the soft corners of his lips seemingly aiming for her own!
What, what was he trying to do? He—
Before she could react, Yu Zexiao's lips had already landed on hers. Unlike the previous night when he kissed her deeply to the cheers of others, or the accidental brush during acting, Yu Zexiao now, like a diligent woodpecker, lingered repeatedly over the corners of her lips. It was as if he were searching for the perfect position, or sketching the shape and line of her lips with the gesture of his touch.
Meanwhile, the hand pinching her chin forced her small face to face his, leaving her with no choice but to passively endure his advances, unable to escape. And his other hand slowly traced the curves of her body, roaming over her, suddenly, like a nimble snake, his large hand slipped under the hem of her clothing...…
