Shu Qiqi felt that shocking heat and cried out in fright, her lips releasing the man's shoulder, tasting the blood in her mouth.
Just as she was about to pull away, the man held her down, kissing her on the lips. Shu Qiqi could not escape, passively receiving the man's kisses, which were sometimes gentle, sometimes savagely plundering.
For a moment she could not distinguish which was the real Leng Yichen.
The man's hand stroked her back and stopped at her waist, not moving any further.
Shu Qiqi's spine stiffened, and she couldn't stop crying.
"So aggrieved?"
Leng Yichen raised a hand to wipe away her tears, but Shu Qiqi's tears streamed down like they were free, continuing to pour out.
He frowned deeply, bowing his head to suck dry her tears, "Stop crying. I won't touch you."
Shu Qiqi cried even more sadly.
This left Leng Yichen very helpless. He held her face, making her look at him, "Do you actually want me to continue, or not?"