"Don't... This is at home..." She frowned and reminded him.
A strong force on the back of her head made her fall on him out of control. With a faint smell of tobacco, he pressed his breath on her, bit her lips fiercely and said in a hoarse voice, "Do you want me to feel distressed to death?!"
A sentence that carried a trace of anger shocked Lanxi.
There was a hint of fear and confusion in her clear eyes. She did not dare to move at all. She allowed him to pry open her lips and teeth, letting his clean and fresh breath pass through her. His actions were too gentle and careful. He was so tense and even trembled, afraid that he would hurt her.
Such gentleness also damaged her mask and defense bit by bit.
"...Does it still hurt?" He kissed her and asked again.
A trace of warm tears poure
