Before he even had a chance to speak, her mouth was on his, her hands on his face, in his hair.
It happened so quickly that she took both of them off guard. He was stiff as a board, no reaction at all. She jumped back just as suddenly as she had moved in, horrified by her actions, humiliated at her lack of restraint.
She just wanted to feel in control. Just for a while.
With her head lowered in shame, she cursed herself. Reluctantly, she lifted her rain-soaked face to his. Just as she was about to plead insanity, Mo Qingchen swiftly pulled her in, biting down hard on her bottom lip before devouring her mouth whole.
It took an instant for her to lose control.
He bit down on her lip and her hands were on him. Her fingers forged a path straight up to the back of his neck, raking through his wet hair, holding his face to hers.
