Zhu Xiaoyue's kiss was awkward and domineering, very much in line with her own personality.
From a certain angle, Zhu Xiaoyue and Li Xiaoyao's personalities were actually very similar. They were both cold on the outside but warm inside, and extremely domineering, seeking to dominate in everything.
Li Xiaoyao turned the tables, his left palm gently wrapping around her ribs, unavoidably making contact with her body, which made Li Xiaoyao's heart flutter.
Li Xiaoyao carefully laid her down on the bed, taking care not to touch the wound on her shoulder.
Both of them closed their eyes, their tongues and teeth intertwined.
Li Xiaoyao was somewhat intoxicated by it, but when he saw Zhu Xiaoyue's somewhat dazed eyes, his mind instantly sobered up.
"Damn it," Li Xiaoyao let go of his hands, his eyes complex as he looked at Zhu Xiaoyue, whose face was filled with emotion, and said, "You're injured, intense activities aren't suitable for you."
