Before she could finish her sentence, her hands were pinned behind her back. Mu Liang lowered his head and captured her lips with his. Qiao Xia's eyes widened in surprise, astonished by his strength, overcome with brief joy. Mu Liang's kiss was urgent and fierce, leaving Qiao Xia breathless. She pressed against his chest with both hands, trying to push him away, but he remained unmoved.
Steady as a rock.
Her wrists began to ache from being restrained behind her back. Indeed, happiness invites sadness. Both ended up kneeling on the keyboard. Qiao Xia, embarrassed and angry, hit his shoulder, but for Mu Liang, it felt like a mosquito bite—neither painful nor itchy, simply useless.
"Let go of me..."
"No way!" Mu Liang said in his domineering CEO manner, holding her hand firmly. "No way. As husband and wife, we share blessings and hardships. If I kneel on the keyboard, of course, you have to kneel with me."
