'This is bad!' Lin Qiao said to herself after she heard Wu Chengyue's words. Her body was so limp that she wasn't able to resist. She felt him turn her body around, and then they were face to face.
That hard thing which was pressing on her hip was now straight against a certain area of her body.
Next, he pressed his lips against hers. A soft, wet, and warm tongue erotically licked her lips, then forced open her mouth and broke in.
Lin Qiao wasn't breathing, so she didn't feel suffocated. That tongue nimbly stirred in her mouth and brushed hard across her palate, then entangled with her tongue.
'… Who are you?'
She still didn't know who he was, but he had already known who she was. Wu Chengyue paused for a moment, feeling a little surprised.
'She asked who I am. Was it really not her who got me in here?'