Lie Xunjue suddenly tightened his grip, and Ye Huanyan fell directly into his embrace.
He reached out to cup her chin, his gaze burning hot...
Ye Huanyan gently pushed him away, her eyes carrying a touch of coyness, "Don't be so quick to judge, He Ziting is He Ziting, He Yingdong is He Yingdong, they are two different people. He Ziting wouldn't do such a thing!"
"Alright, from now on, don't mention anyone with the surname He in front of me!"
Lie Xunjue dominantly captured Ye Huanyan's soft lips, little by little tasting the sweetness within.
Ye Huanyan struggled slightly, yet he held her even tighter.
With this kiss, he was somewhat out of control.
On the sofa, he nearly lost his restraint.
Every time he held her, he couldn't bear it, always wanting more, wishing to go further.
In the end, she steadied him, panting, reaching out to smooth her disheveled hair, her slightly flushed cheeks resting against his chest, her dark, silky hair cascading down his arm.
