Weilan felt that Zhuang Yuezhou was just a sharp-tongued guy, and there was no need to take him seriously.
She looked at Lu Hechen, who was clearly jealous.
Weilan raised an eyebrow and said, "Didn't you just say you weren't jealous?"
"If I'm not jealous, am I still a man?" he countered.
Weilan was startled, and before she knew it, he had forcefully sealed her bright red lips.
He fiercely stole a kiss, taking a full five minutes, probably to vent the frustration of not having his way earlier.
Right now, he couldn't get intimate with Weilan and couldn't hurt her body.
So, Lu Hechen kissed her hard.
It wasn't until five minutes later that Lu Hechen let her go.
Weilan's eyes were sultry, looking at him with a lustful haze, panting as she stared, with a hint of reproach in her gaze.
Without being able to go further, kissing like that only made things more difficult.