...
Hearing that Julian was going to kiss her, Margaret subconsciously closed her eyes.
The next second, she felt a soft touch on her lips. It was a light kiss. It felt like a gentle breeze brushing past the branches and the fingertips brushing past the tips of her hair. It was so tender that she was intoxicated.
The kiss was so brief and gentle. When he left, Margaret opened her eyes like a startled cat and pointed at Julian in disbelief. "You..."
Before she could finish her words, Julian bent forward again.
He firmly held the back of her head with one hand and held Margaret in his arms with another hand, making it impossible for her to avoid. When she opened her mouth, he kissed her deeply.
His hands bounded her to his body like two long chains. This kiss was not as gentle as the previous one.
Margaret was stunned for a moment. Then she reacted and began to struggle.
Julian didn't want to come into conflict with her. He retreated as soon as she casually pushed him.
