At the moment their lips touched, Annie Anne quickly raised her hand to Oliver Hudson's chest, but he unceremoniously grabbed her wrist.
As she raised her hand, the medicine in the IV tube did not enter her veins but instead, her blood flowed backward slightly.
After a pause, Annie Anne quietly tilted her head back, allowing Oliver Hudson to do as he pleased.
Oliver Hudson had thought that such an over-the-line action would elicit more of a reaction from Annie Anne, but aside from her initial hand-raising, her remaining responses were unexpectedly compliant.
No response, no refusal.
Just like a doll, letting others manipulate her.
Only the gentle blinking of her eyes and the rise and fall of her chest proved she was a living person.
Oliver Hudson released Annie Anne, tugged at the corner of his mouth, seemingly mocking his own foolish action.
