Su Li suddenly opened her eyes to meet Wei Chengfeng's teasing smile. She reached out to push him away, but before her hand could fall, her arm was seized.
"Angry again?"
Angry?
Was it just anger?
Right now, Su Li wished she could hide in a crack in the ground. She had never been so embarrassed in her life.
If anything, she was angry at Wei Chengfeng, even more angry at herself.
Angry at her own weakness, despite having no feelings for him. Yet, under that atmosphere, she had acted like a woman desperate with thirst.
Su Li struggled fiercely, twisting and shouting, "Let me go."
"Let go?" Wei Chengfeng's tone suddenly softened, "If I let go now, wouldn't you be very disappointed?"
His palm cradled the back of her head suddenly drawing her into his embrace, and their lips were pressed together.