Qu Tan'er's cheeks blushed like ripe apples, she gritted her silver teeth and said with angry eyes, "Mo Liancheng, you bastard, let go, do you hear me? Quickly untie me—"
The cursing burst forth suddenly but came to an abrupt halt!
Unexpectedly, Mo Liancheng bent his head down just in time, planting a kiss directly on her lips, sealing her small mouth tightly.
All words were halted in an instant upon the touching of their lips.
A surge of electricity instantly struck the woman's brain, and it seemed as if time itself had frozen.
What's the most suffocating moment in life? Qu Tan'er thought, it was right now! Unable to move, with the desire to flee but no way out, yet when she wished to throw herself into the moment, she could only think but not act! What kind of psychological torment was this?!
It was the kind of itch that you scratch and scratch at.