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Just as Shen Shuci was about to speak, Huo Qinqi tilted his head slightly, pressed his lips against hers firmly. The pressure too great, her breath hitched, body instinctively retreating until she bumped into the wall behind her.

He reached to support the back of her head, his other hand cradling her chin, lifting slightly, forcing her to tilt her face more towards his leaning down point to kiss.

He was too eager…

Shen Shuci felt her heart trembling lightly, her legs swayed unable to stand firm.