Mo Ran was shocked. "How did he die?"
The man's displeasure suddenly emerged. Was she so concerned about him? Too bad, he was already dead!
Clasping her chin, he fiercely kissed her lips, not wanting to hear her mention anything about Gu Yicheng ever again.
"Mmm..." Mo Ran was caught off guard. Why was he kissing her again?
She struggled a bit but was held even tighter by him.
Unlike before, this kiss was not as cold and overbearing. It had an undertone of provocative flirtation. Mo Ran instantly felt her face flush and her heartbeat quicken.
Her hands were pressed against his chest, soon losing strength, her body becoming soft and pliable, leaving her at his mercy.
Knowing that he was the boy from those years ago, she felt she'd grown somewhat more familiar with him, and her fear and resistance towards him had decreased.