Ye Cheng's words pierced into Zimei's heart like a dagger, leaving her in excruciating pain, yet they coaxed out a seductive smile from her: "Talk is cheap, anyone can do that—"
Before she could finish, the man suddenly pressed her against the door behind her. His pupils contracted violently, and the grip on her chin intensified: "Don't regret it!"
A punishing kiss came down hard like raindrops.
He almost brutally ravished her tender lips, his tongue forcefully invading and occupying her teeth.
"Mmm…" The woman couldn't help but let out a moan.
Zimei's eyes were hazy, although his bites were painful and fierce, she willingly indulged in them.
Their first kiss belonged to each other.
Back then, beneath the cherry blossom trees in early spring, Ye Xiaozheng, who was even more beautiful than the blossoms, had kissed her of his own accord.
