89 The Mafia King's efforts to woo Lihua

Lihua was at loss. But her confusion washed away instantly as Wei held the back of her head and deepened the kiss. With his force, he kept pushing her head down as his fierce lips crashed down on her just as the violent rain falling upon them. A shudder ran through her spine as Wei sucked on her lips hard. He tasted the raindrops mixed with her cherry lipstick. He ravished her lips until Lihua felt numb.

But that wasn't enough to satisfy the hunger that aroused within him. He pried open her mouth and his tongue swiftly delved inside, finding solace in her tongue. As their tongues meshed against each other, they tasted the cold raindrops that witnessed their heated kiss.

"Mmnn…" she softly moaned.

Wei's sharp ears clearly heard her whimper and a fire ignited in the pit of his stomach. In that freezing and chilling temperature, he felt his body crackle like a volcano. He forced himself to break the kiss. Lihua watched him in a daze with her misty eyes.

"Boss…"