"You... you're crushing me... um."
As soon as she spoke, before she could finish, her cherry lips were fiercely captured by him, forcefully kissed as if demanding candy: "I'm not happy."
She slightly turned her head, blushing, wanting to avoid him.
Not happy?
Why suddenly unhappy...
But she had no opportunity to speak, nor anywhere to hide. Soon, a tingling sensation spread on her lips, leaving her whole body a bit feeble.
"Um... it hurts..."
He seemed to realize she was distracted and bit her hard.
A thin mist welled up in Qiao Mo's eyes, feeling aggrieved.
Why is he suddenly unhappy like this?
His large hand fell on her lower back, his face growing even more displeased.
Qiao Mo felt inexplicably uneasy, feeling as if his dark eyes might overflow with water.
He withdrew his hand, afraid that if he continued to touch her, things might escalate uncontrollably.
