Wen Ran was jostled by Fu Chenlie's movement, her feet stumbling.
Just as she steadied herself, the man captured her retreating lips. What was meant to be a simple peck turned, under his control and lead, into a long, deep, and passionate kiss.
He pressed forward, pinning her against the nearby console table.
They say kissing is a beautiful thing, and that you should close your eyes and feel it deeply when it happens.
But at this moment, Wen Ran was staring wide-eyed in disbelief.
Of course, Fu Chenlie was also looking at her with open eyes.
Even from his gaze, she could see something that screamed 'provocation,' as if telling her, "I'll do as I please with you, and you can only accept it."
Only two words filled Wen Ran's mind—
Shock.
She had no idea how long it went on for, nor when it ended.