He took steps toward her.
Bai Qingzhu only felt as if the air in the room was almost completely suppressed by his presence.
She even directly fell back onto the bed.
Her pair of pale and slender legs were spread out before him, stirring thoughts he hadn't initially harbored.
He moved closer once again.
"Xiao Lijin, we're supposed to be partners; you can't just do whatever you want!"
His hand, however, hooked around her chin, his lips curling into a wicked smile as he retorted, "What if I do whatever I want?"
The location was not bad, and Bai Qingzhu didn't mind giving him a judo throw.
But she was firmly pinned down by him.
This move had never failed before anyone else, yet it had absolutely no effect on him.
She tried again, but he remained as immovable as Mount Tai.
His kiss landed, with a triumphant smile playing on his lips.
Indeed, he had recently become addicted to kissing her, the more he looked at her lips, the more he wanted to savor their sweetness.
