章節 1702: Wen Xinya, Bun Up Your Hair for Me

He didn't return to Capital city immediately after the matter in Iraq was resolved, as he had yet to put down his butcher's knife. He still carried the murderous, bloodthirsty aura of a killer, and he didn't want Wen Xinya to see him in that state.

Si Yiyan wrapped one arm around her waist as he held the back of her head with his other hand. He then pressed his lips against hers.

The kiss was fierce and urgent. It completely conquered and devoured Wen Xinya, without giving her any chance to resist.

Wen Xinya hugged him back just as tightly as his racing heartbeat thumped against her own chest. That forceful kiss nearly suffocated her, and she started feeling rather dizzy from the lack of oxygen.

But she couldn't bear to push him away nor put any distance between them.

Wen Xinya thought she would probably become the first woman in history to die of asphyxiation from kissing!

But she was a willing party!