The word "think" was still on the tip of her tongue, but her lips were already sealed shut.
Dong Xin Yan widened her eyes, looking at the man who had ambushed her, and in anger, she opened her mouth and bit down hard on his lip.
Gu Ningyi inhaled lightly, but did not let go of her; instead, he pressed into her mouth, deeply sucking, stirring.
His hand slid down the curve of her enchanting back to her hips, and with a forceful grip, her body was lifted, her feet suddenly leaving the ground. Her arms instinctively wrapped around his neck to steady herself.
Gu Ningyi seemed to chuckle, the strength in his arms increased, lifting her entirely. As he kissed her, he walked toward the bed.
His kiss was dominating and fierce. Dong Xin Yan's gaze gradually scattered, lost, and by the time he laid her on the soft mattress, half of her consciousness had already been eroded.
