So, even though he kept telling himself to let go, when he knew she was right in front of him, he still couldn't release her.
Holding onto her was a reflex of his body.
"But even if we're just friends, is it not okay to meet?" Not wanting to push her too hard, Chun Tianle spoke these words against his will, his tone turning much colder, but his arms didn't relax one bit.
Li An'an laughed, with bitterness, hinting in her words, "Do friends meet like this?"
For some reason, the conversation that started on a somewhat harmonious note suddenly had a hint of estrangement.
Indeed, Chun Tianle frowned slightly, his arms holding her tightened with force, subtly rippling the lean muscles, outlining clear contours.
Li An'an winced in pain, struggling in his embrace, "You're hurting me! Let go—"
Before she could finish, Chun Tianle, in a furious blaze, kissed her fiercely!
Did he really look like a blind man?
