But it was no use, she was still thoroughly kissed by Bo Yan, Yuran's eyes wide, her eyelashes trembling...
He, he, he, he didn't keep his word.
Taking advantage of the situation.
The kiss was long and agonizing, and Yuran felt like she hadn't been released yet, thinking to herself in resignation, "I won't die from lack of oxygen, will I?"
Fortunately, Bo Yan didn't want her to die.
Releasing the gasping her, the color in the depths of his eyes deepened, and feeling his tense body, Yuran teased him out of breath, "You brought this upon yourself."
Bo Yan chuckled, his handsome face buried in the nape of her neck, "That's true, why don't you, help me out!"
Yuran pushed him away, her eyes wide, "Do you believe if I go back and tell my godmother you molested me, you can choose how to die?"
She really had been spoiled into having a little temper without realizing it. Not too long ago, she wouldn't talk to him like this at all.
Politeness and distance, that was the norm.
