The second her lips were engulfed, Jiang Ni's mind went blank. A buzzing sound echoed in her ears, and in that instant, time and space seemed to stand still; she couldn't hear anything else.
Her vision was obstructed, and for a moment, all her senses focused intensely on the kiss.
It was completely different from the tentative kiss in the afternoon. She was now sitting on Qin Jijing's lap, no longer back to him, but face to face. His hand pressed against her spine, pushing her fiercely towards him, as if he intended to embed her into his body.
She was utterly passive, her chin gripped and lifted by him, forced to tilt her head to endure his kiss that could be described as violent.
There was no gradual escalation, it was total possession.
Jiang Ni's eyelashes trembled uncontrollably, and she felt the relentless conquest by Qin Jijing with no mercy.
The scent belonging to him swept over like a thunderstorm, enveloping her tightly.
He bit her.
