The Supreme Killer (18)

The young lady sat on the chair. Her lips landed on the wound on the man's waist. She kissed the wound lightly.

Ming Shu moved her fingers and hooked them around the man's neck.

The man bent down like a puppet under the weight.

Their breaths intertwined. Xuan Ge suddenly regained his senses. All he could see was her face.

What was she doing?

Xuan Ge forgot to breathe. He just stared at her in a daze and let her do what she wanted.

Thud—

Thud thud—

Thud thud thud—

Even when he'd completed his first mission, his heart didn't beat so heavily.

He should push her away.

Right!

Push her away!

Xuan Ge put his hand on Ming Shu's shoulder. But he didn't use force. He couldn't use any of his energy.

Xuan Ge changed his position. His back was against the table.

Ming Shu's lips moved away from his. She went down to his chin and then to his neck.