In the dead silence of the scene, Li Nuoyi held Zhou Wang and kissed him for over a minute.
It wasn't until Zhou Wang felt that breathing was becoming somewhat difficult that he gently patted Li Nuoyi's back, prompting her to finally release him.
But then, a scene unfolded that left the boys present even more in despair.
As the two parted, under the glow of the streetlamp, a clear, sparkling thread appeared in the air, extending from Li Nuoyi's full pink lips all the way to the corner of Zhou Wang's mouth...
A string of saliva.
This was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, causing the stunned Liang Yanlin to completely lose his composure.
"Bastard, let go of Nuoyi junior!"
Liang Yanlin shouted in anger, rushing forward, intending to punch Zhou Wang.
But from among the crowd, a man in a black suit silently appeared. With a gentle lift of his foot, the unbalanced Liang Yanlin fell heavily to the ground, letting out a muffled groan.
