What else could Ji Sang say?
He can't just suddenly kiss; this man pretends to ask, doesn't wait for an answer, and just kisses her straight. The kiss itself is fine, but why the hurry?
Ji Sang raised her hand to her lips, numb and swollen, and even now this part of her skin doesn't seem to belong to her anymore. She lifted her head and glared fiercely at the man still holding her and chuckling low.
But Ji Sang didn't know, after the heated kiss just now, her eyes had already picked up a hint of moisture, and the corners of her eyes carried a faint flirtatious look.
This glare, what intimidation could it possibly hold?
Her beautiful eyes seemed expectant.
Those four words instantly appeared in Fu Yisi's mind, his throat tightened, and feeling his own change, he helplessly leaned his head on Ji Sang's shoulder.
"Ji Sang"
His voice extremely hoarse,
"This is all provoked by you."
After saying that, the man raised his hand to cover her eyes and kissed her gently again.
