Shu Qiqi was terrified, and when she regained her senses, she began to resist frantically, "Leng Yichen, let me go."
Her lips were seized, and the man's kiss was forceful, without a hint of pity.
Leng Yichen pried open Shu Qiqi's enticing lips, crazily sweeping through her mouth, the sweet fluid made him unable to extricate himself.
This intense feeling was entirely different from his previous experiences.
It was as if his entire being were immersed in a hot spring, lingering and stretching slowly into his whole body, making every inch of his skin incredibly comfortable.
A temporary blankness appeared in his mind, which then exploded into burst after burst of dazzling fireworks.
His plundering grew more frantic, his hand pressing on the hem of the woman's blouse.
Powerless to resist, Shu Qiqi remembered the incident on the plane, and tears streamed down; biting her lip, a hint of hatred flashed in her eyes, "Leng Yichen, you bastard."