The abrupt change in the style of the painting left Wei Anning frustrated beyond measure, surely tonight's lighting was too enchanting, or perhaps his provocative, mocking demeanor had ignited her competitive nature, she suddenly flipped him over onto the bed, and immediately rolled on top of him.
"It was you who provoked me first." After saying that, she bit down hard on his chin.
Why bite the chin instead of the lips? Because although she had the bear's heart, she didn't have the leopard's guts. Facing his innocent gaze, she felt like a flower thief, set to ravage this delicate bloom.
Leng Youchen, seeing her suddenly pin him down, was a bit stunned, and then felt a sharp pain as her teeth sank into his chin, leaving him a bit dazed. What was this little one doing? Then he felt something soft and wet licking at his Adam's apple, like the tongue of a kitten, making his entire body tingle.
