The struggling movement was forcibly restrained by Cheng Zhirang. He barely needed to use any force; with one hand, he could freeze her motions.
And then his other hand could cover her mouth.
He leaned down against the back of his own hand; their lips were separated by his hand, unable to touch, but their scorching breaths mingled, sending shivers down their spines.
Mu Qiu blinked, tears trickling down onto his hand.
They were too close, truly too close, so close that she worried their breaths might fog up the lenses approaching them.
... And besides, the cameraman was watching them closely from the side.
It felt so strange, as if you'd turned around after kissing at the back of the classroom only to find the teacher's head right next to you. If it were her, she'd shrivel up immediately.
Luckily, Cheng Zhirang's crazed kissing had stopped. He stared at her tears, and after a heavy breath, backed away a little, his raspy voice saying, "Don't make me angry again."
