Wen Meimei was frantic, stomping her foot on the man's sleek, shiny leather shoes repeatedly, but the man remained unmoved.
"Let go! If you don't let go, I'll start screaming harassment!"
"Qiao Chengxun, let go of me!!!"
"Let go... let go, do you hear me!"
Those strong arms were still holding her tightly, inflicting a suffocating pain upon her.
Qiao Chengxun, since we're apart, why can't you bear to let go?
Doesn't it hurt you?
Gradually, Wen Meimei gave up struggling and let her body rest powerlessly in the man's embrace.
Qiao Chengxun eased his grip slightly and let out a pained voice by her ear, "Meimei, let's make up, shall we?"
"Why won't you let me go? What's so good about me..." Wen Meimei lowered her head, her eyes misting over with resentment.
"Even if you hate me, I love you enough," Qiao Chengxun said coldly.
Lifting his somewhat disobedient right hand, he pinched the girl's delicate chin.
Lifting it up, he moved his lips to hers, softly nibbling...
