Valentine Teller's eyes widened in shock as that handsome face was so close, suddenly pressing down, her slightly parted red lips tightly blocked, she tasted the strong smell of alcohol...
"Mmm... no..."
She wanted to refuse, but it was already too late.
A powerful hand tightly grasped her wrist, she couldn't escape, the other pinching her chin, making it impossible to avoid his lips.
What to do, what to do?
He's kissing her, he's really kissing her, how could he kiss her?
Valentine Teller couldn't decipher her feelings at the moment, so chaotic, so chaotic that she couldn't think, giving him the opportunity to exploit.
Suddenly, people started chatting and laughing as they walked by, and Valentine Teller's dazed mind quickly came back to consciousness.
Her whole body stiffened, using all her strength to push away the hand holding her chin, allowing her face to turn away, and her lips to regain freedom.
