"Wuuuuu… Su Chen, I…" Yu Qingrou was initially startled, but then, she couldn't control her emotions anymore. Deep within her, indescribable emotions surged—emotions too strong to be illustrated, too unique for words. She didn't even know what to say. She just stared at Su Chen, and then, without care for the blood all over his face, she kissed him.
It was the kind of kiss from someone who didn't know how to kiss, a fiercely intense one that almost broke Su Chen's lips.
"This girl, is it her first kiss or is she nibbling?" Su Chen was speechless. At that moment, his state was one of life and death, fortunately having survived. Then, under those circumstances, to be faced with such a kiss from a peerlessly beautiful woman like Yu Qingrou was extreme irony, yet undeniably had its own flavor!
Just when Yu Qingrou was crazily and passionately messing around with kisses or nibbles, Jun Luoying rushed over.
She stopped in her tracks.
