Bo Yan extended his arms and pulled the young girl into his embrace, lifting her chin and immediately covering her lips with his own.
He didn't know how to describe the fortune and feelings of the moment, but bullying the person in his arms seemed the only way to vent.
Yuran's eyes were misty, her eyelashes brushing against his, both of them feeling a slight itch in their eyes.
With her chin controlled, she couldn't move. Her arms still wrapped around his neck, she could only accept this domineering, fervent, and affectionate kiss.
She could feel Bo Yan's mood, so she didn't resist.
Gradually, she was finding it hard to breathe, and Bo Yan slightly loosened his hold on her, "Dummy, breathe..."
She took a breath, just about to speak, when her lips were kissed once again.
The halo of the floor lamp cast a ethereal beauty upon them.
When he finally let her go, she was still hanging onto Bo Yan, gasping for breath, while Bo Yan chuckled and kissed her face, "Impressive."
