Mu Qian's expression turned increasingly cold and terrifying, he no longer gave her a chance to speak, reaching out to grab her chin. However, she quickly wrapped her arms around his hand, pressing it down, then stood on her tiptoes, locked her arms around his neck, and kissed him.
Mu Qian's body visibly shuddered, and then he tried to push her away.
How could Wen Jiaren let him push her away?
She clung tightly to him, kissing him messily, without any technique, and even bit him painfully—especially clumsy and awkward.
After who knows how long, until she felt that Mu Qian was no longer resisting, she slowly stopped.
Just as she was about to retreat, she was grabbed by the waist by Mu Qian.
Mu Qian looked at her with fiery eyes that hinted at restrained anger. Wen Jiaren felt her face heat up under his gaze, her lips still carrying the warmth of his, "I... ah..."
Before Wen Jiaren could finish speaking, her body was swept horizontally into his arms and thrown onto the bed.
