The sudden kiss frightened Lin Zhiyi so much that she forgot to resist.
Only when the man deepened the kiss did she fully regain her senses, not caring that her hands were covered in dishwashing foam, she raised her hand to strike.
But infuriatingly, Gong Chen was always one step ahead of her; her hand hadn't landed when he caught it with his five fingers and pressed it behind her back.
Forcing her to arch her body, coming even closer to his chest.
She looked up, her gaze colliding with the man's eyes.
His eyelids were slightly drooping, his gaze deep and dim, his lips were fierce yet filled with desire.
Lin Zhiyi angrily withdrew her hand, forcefully pried his away, and increased the distance between them.
Her nose felt sour, and after taking a deep breath, she suppressed the acidity in her throat.
"Why do you always do as you please?"
"And who exactly is doing as they please? You provoke me, then want to go and provoke someone else?"