1930, what the hell do you take me for?
He even seemed to be faintly enjoying it now.
This burning intensity lingered on and on.
Ye Zhuoming didn't know how long he had been kissing Ye Tongtong before he finally managed to regain his senses and gently let her go.
Ye Zhuoming lowered his head, looking at Ye Tongtong whose eyes were now hazy and unfocused.
Because of that fierce kiss, a thin mist of moisture had risen in her eyes.
That delicate doll-like face was flushed red, and her pink lips were soft and dewy, making people want to ravage them all over again.
At this moment, Ye Tongtong was sinfully, damnably seductive!
"I…"
Ye Zhuoming suddenly felt his heart stir slightly. Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly saw Ye Tongtong's right hand lift.
"Smack!"
A crisp sound rang out.
Under Ye Zhuoming's stunned gaze, under the incredulous eyes of everyone around, Ye Tongtong actually raised her hand and slapped Ye Zhuoming across the face.
