"You... scram... uh... damn..."
Luo Qiangwei dared not struggle, so she could only stare at him with wide eyes.
Their lips were pressed together, faces extremely close; when she glared at him, he was also looking at her with eyes full of indescribable emotions, deep and intense, almost drowning her completely.
Luo Qiangwei's body softened, and when the man pulled away from her lips, she almost fell to the ground.
Luckily, Mo Shiche's arms were still around her waist. Seeing the flushed face of the little lady in his arms, he couldn't help but lean in and kiss her several times, "Our daughter is here, give me some face. Don't curse at me, okay?"
Luo Qiangwei bit her lip and glared at him angrily, feeling that this man could really be shameless, "Mo Shiche, you are simply... ridiculous."
