But the more she tried to push, the more flustered she became. She didn't notice her feet being blocked by the leg of a chair, causing her to fall backward.
Lin Miao fell along with her.
Pop!
Another solid kiss, but this time it wasn't against that rubbery mask.
This was the second time!
Situ Wan was filled with shame and anger. She fiercely pushed Lin Miao off her, only to realize she couldn't make him budge. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her, drawing her in closer again.
No, you bastard!
Situ Wan watched helplessly as her lips were sealed again, even obediently opening her pearly teeth...
Her mind roared in a blank state, even her pushes seemed weak and feeble, almost as if she was half-heartedly resisting.
Lin Miao quickly scooped Situ Wan up, walked inside, and tossed her onto the carved ivory bed, pulling down the pink gauze curtains.
A muffled groan came from her, two lines of clear tears rolling down her cheeks.
The storm raged on.
