Before Su Yue could even exclaim, her mouth was sealed by the man's thin lips, his burning tongue invaded, occupying her entire territory.
Night had fallen, and the narrow car interior was shrouded in the dim light of the street lamps, making it especially ambiguous and hazy.
The disparity in strength between the man and woman was vast; Su Yue had no power to resist.
She was trapped in Si Heng's embrace, unable to push him away.
That burning skin heated her body, stimulating her nerves, and even through a thin cardigan, she felt a boiling temperature.
Unlike the last kiss, this time the man seemed to want to devour her completely, unreservedly.
Those eyes behind the glasses were filled with desire, deep and mesmerizing.
Su Yue did not dislike his kisses, in fact, she even liked them a bit.
This feeling stemmed from their last kiss.
