She was gasping, defiantly looking at him, biting her lip. Her blood-stained lips were like a bewitchingly charming flower, decadent and captivating. The dim light coated her with a honey-colored halo, giving her a seductive charm, as if she were a devilish enchantress.
Li Chengyun's gaze became especially somber.
The two of them looked at each other, like they were having a silent standoff, a silent war.
Suddenly, he closed the distance, accurately pressing his lips onto hers.
Yu Jingrong's eyes widened in surprise, she struggled with all her strength, but to no avail. Slowly, her limbs lost their strength, and she could do nothing but surrender to his whim.
Just when she thought Li Chengyun would take it even further, he abruptly ended the kiss. He looked down at her, broken and in disarray, shrunk into the corner of the seat like a small creature.
Yu Jingrong carefully monitored her racing heartbeat, her eyes widened as she looked at him, barely daring to breathe.