Bewitched by Zhan Moxiao, Lin Ziran, who had come all the way to seek revenge, never expected that she would be the one to end up at a loss.
The Empire's Richest Man had tricked her again.
She threw a pillow in his direction, but it did nothing to Qin Qingnan; instead, she ended up being on the receiving end of a series of kisses.
Those kisses sapped all her strength away.
More exhausting than beating someone up.
By the time he finished the ten-minute-long passionate kiss, she didn't even have the strength to lift her legs, and her IQ seemed to have shrunk from all that kissing.
She looked at him with reproachful eyes while Qin Qingnan, clearly finding pleasure in the moment, licked his lips and asked, "First kiss?"
"Nonsense!" Lin Ziran didn't have the energy to fight back physically, so she could only rely on her verbal prowess, "This young master's first kiss was stolen at three, and I have a rich history and experience with kissing."
