"You... What are you going to do to me?"
Seeing the handsome and cold man in front of him forcing himself into the corner step by step, Li Qingrun protected his chest with both hands.
"Don't move, there's something on your face."
"Ah, what's there?"
The man put his hands on the wall, leaned over and pressed a kiss to her lips and cheek.
He leaned close to her ear and whispered, "My kiss."