Leng Yichen cupped Bai Yiran's cheek and the back of her head with one large hand, kissing her deeper and deeper. Bai Yiran bit down hard, deliberately injuring Leng Yichen's lip. Her fists pounded against Leng Yichen's chest with all her might, but compared to Leng Yichen's solid chest, her fists were utterly ineffective.
Their heads were so close, almost glued together, and Leng Yichen could feel Bai Yiran's heavy breathing and the resistance within it.
The more Bai Yiran resisted, the more Leng Yichen lost his sanity.
Grabbing Bai Yiran away from the table, Leng Yichen pressed her against the wall, his body pressing tightly against hers, leaving Bai Yiran no space to escape.
The midday sun warmly shone on the two of them.
Bai Yiran leaned weakly against the wall, sitting down, her face already pale turning even more ghastly.
