Lin Banxia's heart seized harshly, as if the air within her chest was growing thinner and thinner. Her small hands feebly tried to grasp onto something.
In the end, she clung to his neck, half-hanging in his arms. Her petite head was forced to tilt up, now aching from the strain.
The man seemed to carry emotion in his actions; his thin lips pressed down on hers fiercely and heavily. Lin Banxia had no strength to respond, and in an instant, her face flushed crimson, her ears burned, and her entire body turned soft and weak.
Finally, he let her go. She gasped for a sliver of breath, instinctively opening her small mouth, gulping for air in a slightly disheveled manner.
A low chuckle, deep and mocking, sounded by her ear. Lin Banxia's face burned with shame as she quickly lowered her gaze.
"You came back too late." So this was his reason for punishing her. Lin Banxia inexplicably felt the urge to cry.
