The next second, he pinched her cheek.
"You think I've never played a game before? When you're gaming, text messages pop up on screen."
"I just didn't see it..." Yang Xintian insisted stubbornly.
But her tone quickly softened. "Mmm... let go of me! Not here... If Zi Xuan sees us, we're done for..."
Yang Xintian kept pounding on his chest.
Gradually, however, the force of her pounding lessened, and her arms slowly wrapped around his neck. Her eyes grew misty as she started to cooperate. After the kiss ended, she finally came to her senses.
Huh? Was I just possessed? Why did I suddenly lose all resistance to his kisses? That bad uncle must have cast a spell on me. Yes, that has to be it. It's not my fault. It's not because I was craving that wonderful, warm kiss. Right, that must be it.
"Mmm..." Her lips were captured by his once again.
