The kiss, with a flame-like temperature, wantonly ignited the passion between them...
She had mysophobia; just thinking about how he had kissed Ling Yaowei before made her feel unbearably disgusted. She struggled to push him away, but he held her even tighter.
His large hand slipped into her hair, gripping her small head firmly, deepening and prolonging the kiss.
The prolonged entanglement made her breathless; her face turned beet red, and he could even feel her almost suffocating tremors. He laughed and released her mouth.
Looking at her pretty face all flushed, her hands against the wall, panting like a little rabbit, he grinned triumphantly, as if no amount of love was ever enough.
