Ye Wanwu subconsciously wanted to reject him, but si yuanzhen didn't give her the chance and reached out to take her palm. &Quot; "That Bodhi hairpin can now be retired."
Although si yuanzhen didn't want to force her anymore, he was domineering to the bone. He wouldn't accept any rejection.
&Quot; si yuanzhen, I can't accept it ... &Quot; ye Wanwu held the yellow scented wood hairpin in her hand. It had a faintly discernible fragrance, fresh and elegant, just like the elegant fragrance of a Pear Blossom, which was her favorite fragrance.
Si yuanzhen suddenly leaned forward and kissed her, swallowing her rejection into his stomach. He wasn't as forceful and domineering as before, but was instead full of gentleness and lingering, causing ye Zhenwu to lose her mind.
Si yuanzhen was a devil.
When it was overbearing, it was impossible to break free.
When it was gentle, it was intoxicating.
It was just a kiss.