"Who is your wife!" Tong Mo glared at him coyly, then randomly asked, "Do you have time? If so, give me a ride."
Otherwise, she worried that she would not be able to get a taxi later.
"Driving my wife, even if I don't have time, I'll have to make time," Li Zijue said with a hooked smile. Then he picked up the car keys, wrapped his long arm around the girl's waist, and walked outside.
When the car arrived at the entrance of Capital Film Academy, just as Tong Mo was about to unbuckle her seat belt to get out, unexpectedly, the man suddenly lunged at her.
"What are you doing?" Tong Mo was immediately startled by him.
"Kissing you." Before he could finish speaking, Li Zijue's sexy thin lips were pressed against hers.
His tongue, like a warrior on the battlefield, pried open the gates of the enemy and swept through everything inside.
His tongue tangled with her clove-like small tongue.
