With a thud, her nose collided right into the man's firm chest.
"Hiss—" Enna Clark inhaled sharply, instinctively covering her nose.
That hurt.
She almost knocked her own nosebleed out.
What is he doing!
As soon as she raised her head, her jaw was seized and forcefully lifted, and the next second, a pair of thin lips sealed hers.
The cool mint scent mixed with the aroma of sandalwood swept through her mouth, and aside from the fragrance of mint, there was a faint smell of disinfectant alcohol!
Baron Lawrence's kiss was assertive, but his thin lips were very soft, as soft as cotton candy.
From Enna's initial shock to gradually becoming immersed, her heart also began to undulate and beat faster, she closed her eyes and responded to the kiss.
She would have been better off not responding, as it undoubtedly fanned the flames—a commanding blaze seemed to ignite in the man's eagle eyes, deep and bottomless, as if he intended to burn the little woman in front of him to ashes.
