Jian Ai tried her best to remain calm. She leaned back against the windowsill. She looked up at Ji Haoyu and said, "What? Are you going to kiss me again?"
Ji Haoyu held the windowsill with one hand and was only a few millimeters away from Jian Ai. His handsome face lowered slightly, and there was a stern and evil smile on his lips. "Why? You seem very nervous?"
"Any girl whom you forced a kiss on should be instinctively nervous under such circumstances, right?" Jian Ai asked.
Ji Haoyu chuckled and corrected her. "Not any girl. You're the only one."
Jian Ai immediately rolled her eyes. "Who cares!"
As she spoke, she reached out to push Ji Haoyu's chest, trying to push him away.
Unexpectedly, his chest muscles were as hard as stone, just like his body. He stood on the spot like a boulder without moving.
Jian Ai frowned and said impatiently, "What do you want?"
