Their lips met.
Qin Churan's kiss was clumsy, like a reckless rookie charging straight ahead.
Their teeth bumped, revealing a hint of her stubborn refusal to back down.
Chen Lin did not yield.
He cupped the back of Qin Churan's head with one hand and wrapped the other around her slender waist. His Foundation Establishment strength easily overpowered hers.
"Mmm..."
The stubbornness in Qin Churan's bones flared instantly.
Her eyes snapped open, and she suddenly exerted herself.
Her long, straight legs scissored around Chen Lin's waist as she tried to turn the tables with an armbar she had learned at the police academy.
A faint smile curled Chen Lin's lips, and he let her try.
Delight surged through Qin Churan. She was just about to flip him over when she discovered, to her despair, that despite reaching the first Qi Refining layer, achieving minor mastery of the Taiyin Breathing Technique, and possessing fifteen hundred kilograms of strength, Chen Lin remained as immovable as a mountain rooted to the earth.
"But against absolute strength, flashy moves mean nothing."
Chen Lin spoke calmly and gave his arms a slight shake.
A gentle yet domineering wave of azure spiritual power rippled outward, instantly breaking Qin Churan's hold.
He turned the tables and pinned Qin Churan down.
Their eyes met.
The stubbornness in Qin Churan's eyes finally cracked, replaced by panic and uncertainty.
She panted heavily, her chest rising and falling. The neckline of her loose white T-shirt had already slipped down, exposing a broad expanse of snow-white skin and delicate collarbones.
"Chen Lin..." Her voice trembled with a plea even she did not recognize.
"Call me hubby."
Chen Lin lowered his head, his warm breath brushing her ear.
Qin Churan's cheeks swiftly flushed crimson.
She bit hard on her red lip. The embarrassing