After Jiang Qingli spoke, she watched Qin Muye freeze as if someone had hit a pause button.
The young man's body froze. Only his eyes, which reflected her image, constricted.
The corners of her lips quirked up at his adorable reaction.
But before her smile could widen, Qin Muye grabbed her by the wrist and crushed his lips to hers in a fierce kiss.
Her lips were forced open as he invaded, conquering her mouth and overwhelming her with suffocatingly intense passion.
Her heart hammered in her chest, its rhythm accelerating along with his clumsy yet fervent kiss.
Jiang Qingli couldn't handle it and tried to pull away, but as if he had predicted her move, Qin Muye cupped the back of her neck with one hand, giving her no chance of escape.
His other hand slid down from her waist to grip her thigh.
Even through the denim, his scorching body heat and the sheer possessiveness in the way his knuckles tightened were enough to make her legs go weak.
