Qin Wan's mind exploded with a bang.
Her heartbeat paused for a moment.
This was different from the accidental kiss last time.
At this moment,
her hands were lifted above her head by the man, and her graceful body was pressed against the wall, with nowhere to hide.
Mu Shaochen kissed her deeply and recklessly, whipping up a stormy tempest in her tranquil heart.
And yet, she lacked the strength to resist him and couldn't push him away.
When the man's large palm ventured above her nightgown, she felt electrified.
Her mind was in chaos.
The sensory stimulation, after a gap of three years, was strange yet familiar like a sudden storm, sweeping her away without any resistance.
She was not only utterly defeated.
An alluring moan that tempted sin escaped her lips involuntarily.
"Wanwan,"
the air, its temperature suddenly rising, was dispersed by the man's breath.
