"It's okay." Nangong Jin threw away the cigarette butt, suddenly interrupting Jinxuan's words, stepped forward, stretched out his long arm, forcefully pulled her into his arms, lifted her chin, and kissed her dominantly.
Jinxuan was somewhat stunned, having no clue why he looked like he was about to explode just a moment ago, and then suddenly kissed her the next?
His kiss was urgent, as if it carried a touch of light punishment, but nonetheless it was still gentle.
Not until he had sucked all the air from her lungs did he let her go, his eyes slightly glazed, breathing a bit heavily, caressing her swollen lips kissed by him, and he said, "Even if as a mistress, it's okay, I'm willing to be your mistress, only yours, even if it can't be seen in daylight, even if it's not acknowledged, even if in your heart there is still..."
"You are not a mistress." Jinxuan blurted out, interrupting him.
