Mo Lian caught her small body firmly in his outstretched arms, his body unmoving like a mountain.
The man's breathing faintly brushed against her face, and before she could speak, he lowered his head and bit her small mouth without room for objection. His teeth and lips rubbed against her lips as he nibbled repeatedly in an overbearing fashion.
She had simply served herself up on a silver platter to get bitten!
Qiao Mu was dumbfounded, and she reflexively pushed at his chest with her hand as she tilted her small head backwards.
Yet Mo Lian didn't let go of her waist. Instead, he also bent over with her, practically about to snap this little one's waist by bearing down on her.
This posture was actually quite difficult, not to mention that the two people were still in mid-air with the wind scraping past their ears, without having activated a defensive barrier at all.
Even so, Mo Lian's stance was still stable and totally unaffected.
