Chi Shuyan's unfinished words were all firmly blocked in Qi Zhenbai's mouth with a hot kiss. Her eyes swiftly widened and watered, and she reflexively tried to push him away, but Qi Zhenbai's large palm gripped the back of her head forcefully, while his other iron arm was practically a chain that bound her to his chest. Their bodies were pressed intimately together, with no space at all in between them.
In this position, she couldn't lift a hand to push him away at all. Instead, it felt like she was welcoming his passion as she caressed his chest.
Qi Zhenbai sucked hard on part of her soft lips, wanting to leave behind a kiss mark like a brand of sovereignty that would be visible to anyone.