He chuckled lightly, and Qiao Mo was dazed.
"Why... why are you laughing?"
As soon as she finished speaking, her waist tightened, and she was abruptly pulled against him.
He grabbed her wrist with one hand and wrapped the other around her slender waist, fiercely capturing her lips.
Qiao Mo was momentarily stunned; she never expected that he would suddenly do this at such a moment...
The softness on her lips, his cool lips pressed forcefully against hers.
Qiao Mo's small face instantly turned crimson, as she hurriedly reached out to push him away, propping herself up slightly.
Less than an inch from his handsome face, she could even clearly feel his scorching breath, daring not to meet his eyes.
He held her slender waist tightly, indifferent to the pain in his back, allowing her to press against him, his gaze blazing as he stared at the woman on top of him.
"Let... let me up."
Qiao Mo struggled slightly, seeing a crowd gathering around them, her face grew even more flushed.
