Holding soft jade in his arms, the only one who could remain undisturbed in such a situation would be a saint. And Qin Zhan did not think of himself as a saint. He was just an ordinary man with seven emotions and six desires. What's more, the soft jade in his arms was the person he had been yearning for.
Bi Xia looked up at Qin Zhan, her starry eyes flashing as she glared at him, "You... hmm..."
Her words were completely blocked by the entanglement of lips and lips. Qin Zhan didn't give Bi Xia a chance to speak. He directly flipped over, pressing the girl beneath him, and kissed her fiercely.
She slightly squinted her eyes, looking at the ceiling. Suddenly, she grabbed Qin Zhan's hair, stopping his unruly kiss, her eyes carrying a playful pout, "A good thing is coming."
Qin Zhan paused slightly, then suddenly cursed under his breath, bit Bi Xia's lip hard, and abruptly got up, heading to the bathroom. Then he slammed the bathroom door shut.
