Li Yehan's kiss was overly dominant, his strong body pressing against Nan Qiao, his left arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her tightly to him.
His forceful conquest ravaged every corner of Nan Qiao's mouth, leaving behind traces that belonged to him.
It wasn't until Nan Qiao could no longer breathe that he released her.
Looking at Nan Qiao panting, the faint curve of his crimson lips revealed a triumphant smile.
Nan Qiao sat in her chair, unable to snap out of it for quite a while, and glaring at Li Yehan, she said, "Don't you dare kiss me again."
Li Yehan took her hand, pulling her to her feet and into his embrace.
"Okay. I'll listen to you, no more kissing, all right?"
Yeah right.
Nan Qiao pushed him away, grabbed her bag, and headed out the door, with Li Yehan quickly following her stride, walking out with her.
Nan Qiao was upset and acting petulantly, and Li Yehan, holding her hand, softly said, "Do you want to touch up your makeup?"
Nan Qiao: "…"