His chin was bitten, and Qin Yu frowned; the drunkard's wrist didn't have much strength, but her bite was surprisingly strong.
Just as she was about to bite his neck, Qin Yu pulled her back, held her chin, and asked with a low chuckle, "Are you a little drunkard or a little zombie? Always aiming for the neck."
Ah Da tilted her head back, blinked, and touched the bite mark on her chin, somewhat annoyed.
"Sorry, I'll be gentler."
No sooner had she finished speaking than she attempted another kiss, but Qin Yu didn't let her succeed. He tapped her forehead with his finger, his tone somewhat stern, "Sit properly, answer my questions first before you can kiss."
Ah Da frowned, feeling a bit aggrieved, but too intimidated by Qin Yu to move; she could only look eagerly at his smooth chin and neck.
A kiss had barely begun, her plan nowhere near accomplishment.
So tough.
