Chapter 29

Ashley didn't dare move easily. She stiffly raised her neck, his hand covering more than half of her face.

His thumb caressed her lips. Strangely, they were not pink like jelly, not seductive like roses, just pale lips that could hardly capture his desire.

Milan's eyes grew deeper and deeper, and in a moment he roughly captured her lips.

His fiery lips covered hers. Ashley couldn't help but passively accept Milan's domineering kiss.

So sweet... Milan was completely immersed in the wonderfulness of this kiss. After the kiss, he suddenly thought of something.

“Am I a good kisser, or is that bastard Elliot a good kisser?”

Ashley was still in a state of shock. Because of this kiss, her pale face became rosy. Before she could regain her composure, she heard Milan ask with a cold expression.

Milan frowned. "I ask you. Am I a better kisser or is that bastard Elliot a better kisser?"

This is… what the hell is this problem?

Seeing Ashley's slow response, Milan became even angrier.

Should this