Chapter 57: Chapter 57: The Shame of Not Holding On

Who would have thought that just before Victoria's lips were about to touch his, she'd suddenly back out at the last minute. And, absurdly, use the excuse of her own lack of lung power as a reason to let a man give him artificial respiration.

A man...

The young master quietly narrowed his eyes, glancing over through the shut of his thick lashes.

Oh my god!

This robust figure, these muscular arms, the thick-skinned face and the sausage-like thick lips.

With his lung capacity, wouldn't the young master be blown sky-high?

The muscular man was already bending down, clenching the young master's lips, ready to forcefully "breathe".

The young master quickly extended his arm: "No, no, no ... I ... I'm awake ..."

After being kissed by such a man, the young master contemplated undergoing facial reconstructive surgery in Siberand Country to restore his lips.