Qin Yi's arms tightly held on to Su Pan'er, his lips starting from her eyebrows and eyes, moving down to her cheek, to give a kiss on her straight nose bridge.
Finally, his lips detailedly described the shape of her small mouth.
Su Pan'er instinctively opened her mouth to breathe, but was blocked by a warm barrier.
He pleaded persistently.
The strength he exerted, as if he wished to rub her into his body, caused Su Pan'er's ribs to ache horribly, but she couldn't utter a single word.
The only sounds she could make were soft calls of, "Qin Yi, Qin Yi..."
Qin Yi gently responded, he released her, gave her lips a couple of pecks, and then, he laughed, like a cat that had stolen a piece of fish.
"Shh, call me Yi," he said.
"Yi!"
She could only instinctively call out softly.
Before she could even finish her words, they were silenced by his kiss.
His kiss was extraordinarily fervent, dominant and aggressive!