Jian Yanyan quickly sat up straight, but he was right beside her, so when she sat up, she was incredibly close to him, almost close enough to share their breaths.
She widened her eyes to look at him, those ink-black eyes deeply gazing at her.
Her breathing turned rapid, and Su Junhao hooked his long fingers under her chin, his sensual lips moving as he spoke.
Yet she just focused on watching his mouth, completely missing what he was saying, feeling as if she was intoxicated.
His kiss fell on her lips, leaving her no chance to resist.
After the kiss ended, he asked again, "Then what do you think is appropriate?"
This time, Jian Yanyan heard clearly and awkwardly smiled, "I won't sell it at any price."
Su Junhao then curled his lips, "That's more like it."
