"Go to hell!" Although Yan Jian hadn't found her balance, she could still raise her hand to hit him.
He snorted, directly grabbing her hair, preventing her from moving as he leisurely kissed her.
She was in his arms, tightly held, completely captured.
.
When the kiss ended, both were panting heavily.
Their faces were equally red, their eyes equally bright.
The strands of hair by their temples were faintly sweaty.
Yan Jian preferred to think it was caused by the earlier scramble for the design draft, rather than... the blushing and heartbeat caused by that kiss.
He stared at her, the corners of his lips slightly curled up.
"You're really stupid, thinking that by disregarding your manners and climbing onto the table, I couldn't escape? Let me tell you, whenever I am in any environment, I first understand the surroundings and sketch in my mind all possible directions and points of attack, and accordingly set the best ways and routes for escape."
