Not happening! Thinking of this, Sheng Yeting grabbed Xia Xingcheng’s hand and pinned them on top of her head. While Xia Xingcheng could not resist, he bent his head and kissed her collarbone. The kiss, both itchy and tingling, descended from her collarbone to another territory. Instinctively, Xia Xingcheng wanted to resist, but her body had no strength left. She ...