As Qin Kaize carried Su Yijia into the kitchen, she suddenly pushed him against the wall.
Qin Kaize froze momentarily as Su Yijia leaned in closer, gripping his collar and pulling him down slightly. Rising on her toes, her rosy lips came dangerously close. Their breaths mingled, leaving Qin Kaize unable to think clearly. It was only when the air between them thinned that they pulled back slightly, but within seconds, Su Yijia was back at it.
Unable to hold back any longer, Qin Kaize lifted her and set her on the cement counter. Su Yijia gasped softly in his ear, completely unraveling his restraint. They leaned into each other, exchanging breaths for at least ten minutes before he pressed his forehead against hers, breathing heavily.
"Now I'm all swollen; how am I supposed to face Zhu Zirui?" Su Yijia pouted, her lips slightly red and swollen, playfully complaining.