Gong Ting's hand moved from her wrist to her waist. Her waist was so slender, it seemed like a slight exertion of force might snap it.
His lips were pressed against hers for a long time without movement, and his scorching breath sprayed at the tip of her nose, tickling, making her want to sneeze.
"Achoo!" Before Xiao Yu could finish her thought, she sneezed. The bathroom suddenly became so quiet that even the sound of a pin dropping could be heard. She cautiously glanced at the man with a steel-blue face.
She rubbed her nose and smiled somewhat guiltily, "You can't blame me."
Gong Ting grabbed her shoulder and pressed her to sit on his lap. A fierce kiss attacked her. He seldom wanted to be tender to her, but this woman didn't appreciate it at all, so he wouldn't be polite to her.
