The disparity in strength between men and women was stark, and since she hadn't anticipated his advances upon just meeting, Li Qianrui's lower back had already slammed into the railing by the time she reacted.
Her delicate brows twisted in annoyance, truly detesting being treated so crudely. "Uncle, what kind of madness has gotten into you again?"
Her sight darkened as the man's large palms cradled her tender face, bending down to directly kiss her rosy lips.
The sensation of his cool and pliant lips lingered, and Li Qianrui paused for two seconds. The man's handsome and refined face loomed large in her vision, his brows drawn together, an expression of deep passion on his face.
She immediately bent her knees, aiming a blow toward his groin.
