"Love, you're still so impatient." Mo Liancheng's narrow phoenix eyes overflowed with affection. He smiled faintly and slowly let go of her, while her slap was effortlessly neutralized by him, leaving no trace.
Qu Tan'er's eyes turned cold, and she desperately wanted to wipe away the lingering breath on her lips. For the first time, her anger was so intense that she couldn't even pretend. Damn it, her first kiss had just been taken, like that... So angry, so angry that her first kiss, which she had kept for twenty years, was just... Damn bastard, scoundrel, lowlife, he's not human, dead man, rotten person! Every curse she knew came out without sparing any.
But, she couldn't calm down...
"So, is my kiss satisfactory to you, dear?"
"It's decent, but not quite up to par." She scoffed. It was precisely because it was too good that she felt the urge to hit him.
"Oh, so you're saying I need more practice?"
