Qiao Chuchu frowned, twisting her chin, trying to break free from Fu Ziqian's grasp.
But Fu Ziqian's hand seemed to be lightly holding her chin, yet she couldn't break free no matter how hard she tried.
"Fu Ziqian..." Qiao Chuchu blushed, frowned and glared at Fu Ziqian, grabbing his hand with both hands, trying to pry it away. But Fu Ziqian increased the pressure...
Qiao Chuchu's face grew increasingly red.
Fu Ziqian's body slowly leaned down towards her, his masculine scent gradually enveloping her...
Qiao Chuchu tilted her head, staring wide-eyed at Fu Ziqian with a hint of nervousness.
She knew what Fu Ziqian was about to do.
But... there was a sense of helplessness in stopping him.
"Fu Ziqian..." Qiao Chuchu blushed, glaring at him warningly.
Even though her gaze was full of warnings, Fu Ziqian still lowered his head and forcefully kissed her lips.
"Mmm...mmm mmm..." Qiao Chuchu shook her head, struggling intensely.
