"Y-You... what are you going to do to me?"
As the handsome, cool-headed man in front of her backed her step by step into a corner, Li Qingrun held both hands protectively over her chest.
"Don't move. There's something on your face."
"Huh? What is it?"
The man braced both hands against the wall, leaned down, and planted a kiss on her lips.
He leaned close to her ear and whispered, "My kiss."
