She turned her head away, and Guan Haoyang's kiss landed on her snowy neck. Although he didn't kiss her lips, he was somewhat angry, but seeing that she didn't struggle too much, and feeling the softness and delicacy of her skin on his lips, he didn't make too much of a fuss about it. His kiss lightly touched near her ear, while Qin Yucen painfully endured it. Her fists were clenched tightly—if she were free, she would definitely punch him in the face. She told herself to endure, to act when the opportunity arose.