"This is…"
Si Yehan rigidly extended his hand and picked up the cufflink hanging from Ye Wanwan's neck. It took him a moment to locate his voice, which was hoarse and husky. "Didn't you throw this cufflink away?"
That day, she was so angry and said she was going to throw it away.
Ye Wanwan peered down at the cufflink hanging from her neck and felt her face heat up when she realized Si Yehan discovered it. She put on a stern expression and grumpily harrumphed. "Why would I throw it away? Why are you such a spendthrift? I spent at least a dollar on it…"
The moment she finished talking, she felt her world turning on its head, and their positions instantly switched. A second later, his kiss—an eruption and loss of control after prolonged restraint—fervently pressed down and crazily invaded every inch of sweetness inside her mouth…
