However...
Regardless of what kind of kiss it was, the result was the same for Lian Qiao.
It was a bit sour, a bit painful, and a bit sweet, making her head spin from his kiss.
Heave... Heave...
If she didn't pull back soon, she would be kissed to death.
As her mind cleared, she finally managed to turn her head away, her fists clenched between them, her red lips pouting as she complained discontentedly, "Hey, I'm saying, Xing Sir, is there something wrong with your brain?"
Xing Liehuo, still panting heavily, didn't answer but instead held her even tighter, so tight that she felt the pain.
Grimacing and growling, but Huoguo's strength was always superior to hers; no matter how much she struggled, it was useless.
"Hey, hey, hey—"
Pushing, shoving, biting, she tried everything, but he didn't loosen his grip nor did he talk, just held her tightly by the bed, burying his face in her neck desperately.
So frustrating!
