Feng Chengjin was forcibly kissed.
If his memory serves right, this should be the second time in his thirty-four years that he was forcibly kissed.
The first time Gu Zixuan was still young, mistook him for someone else, and clung to him; he felt amused and pushed her away without letting her kiss him.
When she threw a tantrum and ran away, only to be cornered by a few American hooligans, he rescued her and she offered him her lips.
That was his first kiss, blocked by Gu Zixuan's soft lips, carrying the fragrance of youth.
In that moment, he almost couldn't control his twenty-six-year-old impulse and responded to that feeling.
And now…
Gu Zixuan not only forcibly kissed his lips again, but initiated the exploration.
Moreover, she straddled his waist with long legs and started to undo his clothes.
Her proactive intent made Feng Chengjin's throat roll, somewhat dry-mouthed.
His hands couldn't help but rest on her waist.
