This scoundrel, he actually kissed me? He clearly said he didn't want me to fall for him!
"Mm mm..."
But he pinned me against the wall, so tightly that I didn't even have the strength to resist, only allowing him to pluck me at will!
It's just too hateful!
No, I can't let him bully me like this.
Maimai clenched her teeth firmly.
Hiss...
Sheng Sheng winced in pain, a sharp breath intake, and soon his mouth was filled with blood.
But the injured tongue didn't withdraw. Until Maimai opened her teary eyes, her head spinning as she looked at the turtle egg in front of her, she completely abandoned resistance and instead sluggishly accepted his blood-stained kiss, Sheng Sheng's movements softened, the kiss less rough but rather gentle.
They've kissed so few times, maybe four or five, each one feels different. Maimai wonders if she's masochistic, he said such hurtful things, yet she still finds herself analyzing each kiss's nuance, and she's somewhat enjoying it.
Ah, spit spit!
