Uncle, I'm Sorry (2)

His large hand gently wiped her tears and said helplessly, ""Alright, stop crying. I won't tease you anymore."

"Don't touch me, I hate you!" She slapped his hand away, and then she saw the face approaching her.

Mm...

Almost as soon as Qiao Mu finished speaking, Li Yan cupped her face and kissed her lips accurately, stopping her from saying anything.

Qiao Mu's eyes widened as she looked at his face that was inches away from her. She tried to push him away with all her might, but when she saw his frowning expression of enduring the pain, she did not dare to use any more strength, afraid that she would touch his wound.

At this moment, she still cared if he was injured or not. He was really hopeless!

His tongue went straight into her mouth and did whatever he wanted.

She opened her mouth and bit his lips hard to stop him from continuing.

However, the man did not feel any pain at all. Instead of retreating, he advanced!