Xia Feng suddenly sensed something wrong. He raised his hand to push Cha Naixue away from his shoulder, but his Adam's apple was already covered by something warm and wet, with urgent breaths hitting his neck.
He was forced to take half a step back, suddenly realizing that he couldn't move Cha Naixue at all!
"Cha—! Mmm—!" As soon as he opened his mouth, his thin lips were immediately blocked.
Cha Naixue was clearly inexperienced, her delicate nose randomly bumping into his, her beautiful purple eyes full of triumph and pride. Her jade-white arms embraced the black hair on the back of his neck, the terrifying force locking him in place, allowing him only a slight struggle from side to side.
"Clank—" Xia Feng kept retreating on the long bridge and suddenly leaned back against the chain handrail.
He lifted his hand, yanking at the woman's hair who was in a snow-colored dress, pulling hard, but even in pain, she wouldn't let go of his mouth, as if she was going crazy!
