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"Don't glare at me like that. The more you do, the more impulsive I'll become,"
Zhuang Yuezhou's eyes held deep shades, his extended hand still on Weilan's lips, gently rubbing them.
"So tender here."
Weilan narrowed her eyes sharply and abruptly lifted her foot, aiming it at him.
With a previously content expression, Zhuang Yuezhou's eyes suddenly darkened, ready for her move, he quickly blocked Weilan, chuckling, "Do you really think you can get rid of me that easily?"
Weilan's voice was grave, "Zhuang Yuezhou, what exactly do you want?"
"To kiss you," he said, and then bending down, he kissed Weilan's lips.
Weilan violently turned her head away, rejecting this intimacy.
The man's strong hand firmly shackled her, Weilan struggled, not caring they were at the edge of the rooftop, fiercely kicking and scratching at Zhuang Yuezhou.
She was using both hands and feet, Zhuang Yuezhou didn't succeed in kissing Weilan's lips, and he stepped back, bursting into laughter.