The next moment, before Chu Yu could react, Xiao Chen had already pinned her against the door, and his storm-like kiss instantly overwhelmed her.
"Hey... um... bastard..."
Chu Yu struggled desperately, his domineering aura mixed with the scent of alcohol forcefully invaded her mouth, instantly occupying her whole being.
Her body was tightly held in his arms, the scorching heat of his palm spreading like wildfire through the fabric of her clothes.
Chu Yu felt as if her entire body was burning from head to toe, her ears, cheeks, and neck, even the heart inside her chest felt scalding hot.
That clear, mint-like aura made her unable to resist the temptation of losing herself.
The increasingly tight embrace made it almost impossible for her to breathe. Chu Yu struggled for what seemed an eternity, and yet the one holding her showed no sign of relenting.
Was she destined to become the first person in human history to die from being kissed to death?
