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Yan Zhiqing was shocked, and she trembled for a moment.

Her whole body stiffened; she was afraid to make even the slightest movement.

She initially had her head lowered. However, when Wei Wucai kissed her, he exerted a bit of strength.

While kissing her, he used his lips to push her head upwards.

Yan Zhiqing couldn't help it. She just let her head be raised by his kiss.

It became even easier for him to kiss her.

As such, the back of Yan Zhiqing's head was pressed firmly against the door.

It was as if Wei Wucai had pinned her whole body against the door.

Wei Wucai kissed her more and more deeply.

His two hands, which had initially been grasping her shoulders, couldn't help gradually moving upwards to her face instead.

Her face was really small and delicate. His one hand could cover it completely.