'Save me...'
Xu Su's heart tightened. She snapped her head up and met Xi Zirong's handsome face, just inches away.
A kiss fell in an instant.
It was a fierce kiss, without a trace of hesitation.
This time, it wasn't just a light touch. His hand clamped tightly around the back of her neck. He showed a rare dominance, giving her no room to escape.
As the kiss deepened, Xi Zirong pushed himself up and knelt with one knee on the edge of her chair. He completely shielded her from view. From above, he held her chin with one hand, pressing her against the back of the chair as he continued to kiss her.
When Sika came in, all she could see was the back of the boy who was with Jiang Chusheng. Xu Su was trapped in the chair, with only one hand visible, gripping its side.
Xu Su was gripping it so hard her knuckles had turned white. Xi Zirong's fingers slowly pried hers open, one by one, and slid in between them. Soon, their fingers were interlaced.
