Gradually, Xu Qianli was not satisfied with just one kiss, and his hand found its way to Fan Yao's skirt.
Sensing his intention, Fan Yao's mind suddenly cleared a bit, and she bit him hard.
"Hiss…"
Xu Qianli sharply inhaled, momentarily releasing Fan Yao, feeling his tongue was painfully sore and his mouth even tasted bloody.
Hooking Fan Yao's pretty face with his finger, Xu Qianli said, "I didn't expect you to bite. Fine, I'll let you off for today. We still have forty-seven kisses to go, we'll continue another time."
Fan Yao finally escaped Xu Qianli's embrace, glowering at him furiously.
"In your dreams!"
"If you dare to touch even a finger on me again, I'll have someone take your head!"
"I mean it, I'm serious!"
While saying this, Fan Yao covered her chest with her hand.
Oh God, why was her heartbeat so fast?