When Su Xiaoxiao realized what was happening, she had already been half-pushed to the floor under the bookshelf, tightly embraced by him.
She bit her lip and tried to push Zhao Rong away with her hands, struggling fiercely.
Zhao Rong pinned her hands behind her back, holding her firmly.
But this time, the little Fox Demon was unexpectedly disobedient, not like her usual petty moods.
She rammed her forehead against Zhao Rong's, and even in desperation, opened her mouth to bite his nose.
However, the next second, Zhao Rong made a move that Su Xiaoxiao never expected.
By the window bathed in the radiant morning sunshine, on the ground where a bookshelf leg was wobbly from being bumped, a young Confucian Scholar was half-pressing, half-holding a girl with glaring fox eyes, and he suddenly lowered his head to kiss her.
In that moment, time seemed to freeze.
Like a paused frame, Su Xiaoxiao's expression was fixed in the previous second.
Zhao Rong kissed her forcefully.
