The man extended his robust arm and forcefully grasped her slender pale wrist, pulling her into his embrace without any warning. Caught off guard, she stumbled into his arms, a sharp pain shooting through her delicate back as his long legs stepped forward, pinning her against the wall.
Two large palms cradled her small face as he took her luscious, delicate lips into his own.
Mi Yao's eyes widened in shock; he moved so fast, executing the act as smoothly as flowing water, leaving her no room to resist. Seconds later, she struggled fiercely, "Huai Fu Yueming, let go, we can't kiss, saliva can be transmitted... Mmph!"
Seizing the opportunity as she opened her mouth, he pried open her small mouth and delved inside.
"Now you see, you've already infected me," he said, smiling at her.
