Upon hearing Ji Rui's accusations and insidious words, Le Tong was so furious she almost spat blood. But with her arms and legs pinned down, she could only move her mouth.
She never imagined that in Ji Rui's eyes, she was such a shameless and worthless woman.
After cursing him, her lips trembled with anger.
Ji Rui's mood, which had just recovered, became clouded again by Le Tong's barrage of insults.
He stared intently at Le Tong, his gaze moving from her eyebrows to her eyes, then to her nose, finally landing on her deeply indented, crimson lips.
Bastard?!
Scumbag?!
Initially, he hadn't wanted to use force on her, but since he'd already been labeled with such titles whether he used force or not, how could he live up to these labels without doing something that warranted them?
Ji Rui suddenly moved his face close to Le Tong's. Her vision darkened, and before she could react, her lips were tightly sealed by his, a faint mint flavor slipping into her mouth.
