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Chi Yue's eyes widened.

The next moment, she was pressed against the washstand.

Qiao Dongyang's face was lit from behind, handsome and deep, with sharp features as if chiseled by a knife.

He stared into her eyes and kissed her.

Chi Yue tilted her head back, her waist uncomfortably wedged on the countertop, her long hair falling into the sink, flowing with the water...

"Qiao Dongyang, have you lost your mind?"

"Who let you tease me."

He said with a low chuckle, nibbling on her earlobe.

Just as Chi Yue was about to cry out in pain, his soothing kiss reached the corner of her lips.

Passionate, impulsive, like a sudden burst of energy, this kiss carried his urgency of more than two decades, forceful and fierce, entangling with her, pressing against her, tightly squeezing together, their bodies stiff and tense...

Chi Yue made muffled noises.

Her eyes widened as she looked at him.

All the words she wanted to say were blocked by this kiss.