Qiao Mo tried to push him away, but instead he clasped her slender hands and restrained her behind her back.
Qiao Mo's eyes ached, and she fiercely bit down on his lips!
His movements paused slightly, he lifted his gaze, and saw the resistance in her eyes, gradually releasing her a bit.
In an instant, a faint taste of blood spread between their lips and teeth, Qiao Mo looked at him with reddened eyes, stared at the drop of blood on his lips, feeling a tinge of vengeful satisfaction, and a pale smile appeared at the corner of her lips.
"Hate me?"
Qiao Mo simply looked at him with reddened eyes, saying nothing.
A hint of self-mockery flashed in his eyes, his thin lips pressed again against hers, and just like she did earlier, he bit down hard on her lips.
"Mhm... it hurts..." Qiao Mo couldn't bear it like he could, and tears instantly rolled down her cheeks, a soft moan escaping her lips.
