Mi Yao realized what was happening; this bastard dared to kiss her. Hastily, she kicked and punched him with arms and legs, "Mmph... let go!"
The man not only didn't release her but instead forced her to open her mouth.
Mi Yao immediately realized what he intended to do and quickly clenched her teeth, refusing to give in.
This was her first kiss.
Her first time was already gone; she couldn't lose her first kiss too.
Suddenly, her cheeks hurt as the man released her jaw and spread his hand open, pinching her cheeks hard with his thumb and forefinger.
Mi Yao drew a sharp breath from the pain, and tears came flooding out; she felt as though her cheeks had been crushed.
This brute of a man!
"Asshole, let go!"
The man did not let go. Instead, he stared at her with his deep, narrow eyes, with a hint of rascality and a leisurely look, as if her discomfort brought him joy.
Mi Yao was indeed in extreme pain. She furrowed her delicate brows tightly, her little nose turned bright red, and as her long, fan-like eyelashes trembled, tears fell from her milky-white skin.
Suddenly, she extended her small hands and tightly wrapped them around the man's neck.
The man was caught off guard by her drastic change, especially since just moments before she had been resisting like a paragon of virtue. His profound features lit up with a slight smile, and his cool lips curved up, "Why the sudden urge to embrace me, you lowly villain?"
"You're not a lowly villain. Last night I was already your woman. Seeing how handsome you are and assuming you must have a distinguished status, I say I'll just follow you from now on," blurted Mi Yao in a panic.
"But just a moment ago, you were cursing me. Why should I let you follow me?"
"Girls always say one thing and mean another..."
"What to do, I don't like girls who say one thing and mean another!" The man shrugged apologetically.
"I'll make you like me!" Mi Yao quickly leaned in and devoured his thin lips.
The next second, she opened her mouth and viciously bit the corner of his lip.
She dared to bite him?
The man's brows knitted together slightly, then with a backhanded swipe, he flung her away.
Mi Yao's head struck the headboard, seeing stars from the pain, but she quickly scrambled into the corner of the bed and curled up, protecting herself with her knees, "Don't come any closer, or I'll call the police!"
She took the opportunity to grab her cellphone from the bedside table and clutched it tightly in her hand.
The man touched the corner of his lip with his rough thumb, his movements feral; there was blood on his thumb—he'd been bitten and was bleeding. "Heh," he chuckled softly, his raspy voice seemingly tainted with a bloodthirsty malice.
"Dare to bite me? You're definitely the first."
Mi Yao's pretty eyes, clear and bright, watched him with tension and wariness, "If you dare come closer, I will definitely make you experience many more 'firsts.'"