Chapter 92 The First Kiss Is Gone
Qiao Yutong let out a startled cry when her chest was suddenly grabbed, and her arms instinctively loosened.
Song Xiaodong was overjoyed, thinking he was about to break free, but who would have thought the grip on his neck would instantly tighten again, "You son of a bitch... I’m going to strangle you!"
Song Xiaodong knew he had really stirred up a hornet’s nest, completely infuriating Qiao Yutong, but it was too late for regrets now. At this rate, she would definitely strangle him to death.
His hands simply pinched and groped around without restraint; after all, he had already erred, and he was being strangled rather fiercely. If he didn’t take advantage of the situation now, he would be at an even greater loss.
"Bastard, go to hell, go to hell!" Qiao Yutong exerted even more strength in her arms. She was treating Song Xiaodong as if he were her mortal enemy.
Song Xiaodong was actually being strangled to the point where he found it hard to breathe. In a desperate need to inhale, he happened to see Qiao Yutong’s mouth was not far from his own. He twisted his head with effort and "pop"—his lips were already blocking Qiao Yutong’s.
In reality, since he was being strangled, he couldn’t draw any breath from Qiao Yutong through the blocked kiss, but it was, basically, a convenient excuse to take advantage.
"Ah!" Qiao Yutong let out a shocked cry from deep in her throat, her eyes wide as she stared at Song Xiaodong, as if she had been rendered speechless from shock.
The grip on Song Xiaodong’s neck loosened, and he found the move effective. Far from being polite, he began kissing Qiao Yutong vigorously, then felt the hold on his neck get looser and looser.
But by then, Song Xiaodong had started to enjoy the kiss too much to stop. His tongue pried Qiao Yutong’s teeth apart, and he shared an enthusiastic, wet kiss with her.
In this area, Song Xiaodong was quite experienced, whereas Qiao Yutong was a complete novice. Overwhelmed by the kiss, her mind went blank, unable to comprehend her surroundings.
Who knows how long it was before Song Xiaodong suddenly screamed in agony, sitting up abruptly, holding his mouth, a pained expression on his face as he looked at Qiao Yutong.