Chapter 152: Sincerity Is Just Next to Misery (2)

Translator: Lonelytree Editor: Millman97

After Song Qingchun said that, she waited for Su Zhinian to reply. Realizing he was not going to, she took two steps back, wanting to go past him and head upstairs.

However, she had merely put one foot back when Su Zhinian suddenly reached out to grab her wrist and pulled her to stand before him.

Song Qingchun was rattled by Su Zhinian's sudden action. Her heart constricted and stopped beating.

Before she realized what was happening, before she could even get a word out, or even a sound, his palm grabbed the back of her head, and his lips eagerly and deliberately attacked hers.

Song Qingchun's brain blanked out at that moment; her eyes opened and stared dazedly at Su Zhinian's painting-like features that were uncomfortably close to her.

His gentle and fiery lips ground against her lips with every ounce of energy in his body.

His hand that grabbed her wrist slowly moved to her waist. With an energy that was reserved for kneading hard bread, he attempted to grind her into his body.

He parted her lips forcefully, and his tongue danced around hers without reservation.

It did not seem like he was kissing her; if anything, it felt like he was merely using her to release emotions that were trapped inside his heart. His kiss deepened in force, and his expression turned more savage.

It was not until Song Qingchun felt the pain from the end of her tongue that her lashes quivered, and her brain started moving and registering what was happening.

Su Zhinian is kissing me… Song Qingchun's heart shook, and only then did she notice the miasma of alcohol that was surrounding them.

He's drunk? As the two words cropped up in Song Qingchun's mind, her fingers shook violently.

This was exactly how it went down five years ago. He was drunk and kissed her without warning… After that, the thing happened… Was it going to repeat itself again?

The blood drained from Song Qingchun's face, and her whole body started to quake with fear. Her hands instinctively went up to shove him away.

He sensed her resistance because, as he kissed her, he used his powerful arm to restrain her wrists.

She wanted to escape; she kept moving her head away before she finally escaped his lips. The man's brows creased, and with a swipe of his arm, he held her wrists tightly and the other arm arrested her neck. She was pinned into place, and his lips caught her mouth again.

His body was closely linked to hers. Even through two layers of clothing, she could feel his burning passion, and it caused her body to shake from cold fear.

She was in his complete control, there was no way for her to escape. She was like a fish on the chopping block, just waiting for his knife to drop.

Five years ago… it was similar five years ago. She could remember the impossible heat of his body, how his kisses were like attempts to swallow her, and the forcefulness as he tore her clothes apart…

Song Qingchun was still living the trauma in her mind when Su Zhinian's kisses went south of her neck and slowly moved downwards…

Her lips shook, and her heart was overworking from fear and apprehension. Just like five years ago, pleading words tumbled out of her whitened lips.

"Su Zhinian, please let me go… Su Zhinian, please… no…"