He curved his lips into a smile, leaned in, and kissed her fiercely. Qiao Xiaren's entire back was pressed against the car door without any gap; she tried to push him away but felt the unyielding toughness that wouldn't budge.
Their breaths entwined; his kisses started gently and were also frequent. His hand suddenly brushed through her hair, sending a tingling sensation across her scalp, his palm slightly sticky with a warm sweat.
Si Limo's hand rested on the back of her head, pressing it tightly against his lips. He was like a beast trapped in a cage, his desire fully ignited.
The slight awkwardness from before had now been forgotten, lost somewhere in his bewilderment by her.
Does he need to be so intense? Darn it!
Doesn't he realize there's a minor sitting in the backseat? Yeqian sorrowfully discovered that,
