Nie Xiaoxing's voice abruptly halted there, simply because her lips were forcefully sealed by another pair of equally cold lips.
Nie Xiaoxing widened her eyes in a slight daze, her vision shrouded by layers of misty haze, making the face right in front of her appear blurry and indistinct.
The sudden intrusion of warmth and softness in her mouth startled Nie Xiaoxing completely, her long, butterfly-like eyelashes fluttering chaotically, tears as big as beans rolling down from the corners of her eyes, "…No, don't do this."
Gu Yan didn't care, stubbornly holding her face with both hands, deepening the kiss further.
Nie Xiaoxing felt her throat being pressed to the point of pain, leaving her panic-stricken without knowing what to do.
Her thin, slender hands clutched at Gu Yan's chest, her head continuously retreating.
