"I don't believe it, I don't believe anything you say... You're not that kind of person."
Ming Mei smiled and said, "Didn't you say that you actually don't understand me? How would you know if I am that kind of person or not? You should know, I was with Shen Nie until I was 17, you say..."
Kang Chen suddenly bowed his head and kissed Ming Mei's lips, preventing her from finishing her sentence.
This kiss was truly not beautiful, mixed with too many complicated emotions.
Ming Mei's body had been delicately nurtured, and in such a harsh environment, her lips were dehydrated and somewhat cracked. Kang Chen kissed with force, devoid of his usual tenderness, mixed with too much anxious panic. During the friction, some small cuts opened up on Ming Mei's lips.
Kang Chen only released Ming Mei when he tasted a faint salty flavor of blood.
He saw the faint trace of blood on Ming Mei's lips, feeling annoyed and regretful; he always seemed to hurt her unknowingly.
