Her languid attitude irked Baron Lawrence, who strode over to her with model-like long legs, taking three steps instead of two, and snatched the book from her hand, tossing it to the side of the sofa.
"..." Enna Clark looked sullen, just about to say something.
But as she raised her head, her chin was pinched, and the next second, soft lips pressed against hers. A tender, lingering kiss...
"Mmm~"
She involuntarily widened her eyes.
Her waist was lifted by the man's large hand, forcefully making her respond to this unexpected passionate kiss. Enna Clark went from initial surprise to gradually responding under his lead, slowly, a simple kiss seemed about to develop into an uncontrollable situation...
Yet at the crucial moment, the increasingly breathless man suddenly stopped, biting her red lips, and through clenched teeth said, "Enna Clark, are you so sure I can hold back, daring to play with fire!"
