Just as Yan Xinxin began explaining, her lips were ruthlessly sealed by Mo Chuxi's cold and unyielding lips!
There was none of the tenderness or sweetness of the past. At this moment, the aggressive kiss felt more like punishment, a chastisement!
The taste of blood quickly smeared between their lips, his devouring kiss nearly stealing all her breath away.
Yan Xinxin could feel Mo Chuxi's anger and frustration. After several attempts to struggle and explain failed, she gave up resisting.
His punishment gradually subsided; when their lips finally parted, the trace of blood on both mouths told the story of that violent reckoning just moments ago.
Yan Xinxin greedily gulped fresh air and coughed softly as her eyes brimmed with a stifling ache.
Mo Chuxi raised his hand, his thumb gently brushing over Yan Xinxin's bloodied lips.
"Why give an opportunist a chance to exploit you? Hmm?"
He asked.
Though his tone lacked sharp aggression, it was icy to the core.
