"Fanxing, I'm very angry now. What should I do?"
He bent towards her and stopped a breath away from her. He pressed his hands on the desk and trapped her completely within his confines.
He didn't and refused to give her any chance to flee.
He was overwhelmed with intense possessiveness.
Shen Fanxing gazed into the depths of the man's eyes, which were glinting coldly.
Her heart tightened and she stammered, "I… I really didn't… Mmm…"
His lips captured hers with a ruthless kiss. The tip of his tongue along with his unique scent pried her teeth open easily. He then swept his tongue across every inch of her mouth relentlessly like a tornado…
He seemed to be venting all his suppressed anger on her through this kiss.
Shen Fanxing didn't like such an ambiguous kiss.
She reached out to push his shoulders, but Bo Jinchuan suddenly grabbed her waist and lifted her up to sit on the desk.