After he finished speaking, he handed her the glass.

Fang Zhi picked up the cup, tilted her head back, and wanted to finish it as soon as possible so she could escape the atmosphere that left her feeling lost.

From the moment she picked up the cup, Qi Shen's gaze never left her.

Until the girl put down the cup, a light layer of white milk stain was imprinted on the edge of her rosy lips.

Qi Shen's eyes darkened, and his slender fingers reached towards her lips, his clean and neat fingertips gently tracing the mark.

His movements at this moment exuded desire.

Fang Zhi stood motionless like a delicate porcelain doll, letting the man do as he pleased, until her calloused hand began to subtly approach his pearly teeth. She hurriedly raised her hand and placed it on Qi Shen's smooth, firm arm, "Brother..."

Qi Shenjun smiled gently and with an air of nobility, then uttered a questioning "Hmm?"

It was as if he hadn't done the action just now.

Fang Zhi placed her hand on his arm, her slender fingers tightly closed, not daring to let go for a moment, and stammered, "I...I'll massage your head, brother."

Qi Shen stared at the girl's fair and radiant face, or more precisely, at the remaining milk on the other half of her face. His thin lips parted slightly, and he uttered three words, "No need."

His long, slender fingers roughly ripped off her tie, and before she could react, he pinned her down.

Thin lips turned downwards, lips and teeth intertwined.

Qi Shen's kisses on her were sometimes light and sometimes heavy.

When gentle, it's like a soft breeze and a gentle rain; when fierce, it's like a raging sea, leaving people completely bewildered.

Fang Zhi was kissed into a daze under his control.

She never knew that a kiss could give a person the illusion that their soul wanted to leave their body. She felt a tremor in her heart at his roughness and ferocity, and prayed that he would be gentle and tender.