This was a dominating and scorching kiss.
Qi Huai struggled violently, but Adrian's arms were like they had steel embedded in them, wrapping tightly around her waist.
"Adrian! Let me go this instant!"
Adrian, taking advantage of her speaking, slipped his warm, soft tongue in, entwining with her lips and tongue, dancing together.
Qi Huai's mind went blank; she had never anticipated that Adrian would suddenly become so aggressive.
In front of Qi Huai, Adrian had always been as docile as a little puppy—it was the first time he forced himself on her, and the first time in his years of pursuit that he crossed the line.
He had waited ten years, and life didn't have an extra decade to waste.
In the next ten years, he only wanted to spend them with her.
Qi Huai fought, hitting and biting in her struggle.
Until a metallic sweet taste spread from their mouths, but Adrian was still unwilling to let go, kissing her passionately as if he wanted to make up for the ten-year gap.