Li Qianrui felt her breathing was constricted; she tried to push his handsome face away with both of her small hands.
Zhou Jin opened one of his eyes a crack. His thin lips lightly brushed against her cheek, and he still had the urge to kiss her fiercely. He repressed the brow of his handsome face and suppressed the restlessness in his body. It was really surprising—in this past month, he missed her body more than he had imagined.
His strong, healthy arm gripped her supple waist, and he forcefully turned her around.
"Zhou Jin, let me go now, or I'll sue you for domestic violence!" Li Qianrui struggled to pry his fingers open.
