Unexpectedly, Ding Yixin grabbed him firmly by the back of the neck.
Ding Yixin fiercely seized Rong Xingyu's lips and grinding against them with force.
His other hand was locked tightly around Rong Xingyu's waist, leaving him unable to move.
Ding Yixin looked as though he wanted to knead Rong Xingyu into his own body, yet also as though he wanted to tear him apart and swallow him whole, fusing them completely into one.
In the past, even at their most intense, Ding Yixin had always maintained a measure of restraint.
But this kiss seemed to have slipped out of control.
Rong Xingyu was startled, yet he still lifted his head and obediently endured it.
Only when a sharp pain spread across his lips did Rong Xingyu let out a soft, pained whimper.
It was then that Ding Yixin seemed to suddenly snap out of it.
He looked at Rong Xingyu lying beneath him, gasping for breath.
Rong Xingyu's lips had already become slightly swollen from that fierce kiss.
