"Woman, remember, you can't remember the figures of other men in the future. You can only remember mine."
The man's breath on her face carried his scent, which made her heart flutter even more. This was clearly not the first time he had kissed her like this, yet she could hear her heart beating every time he came over.
"I know, you're so petty."
She accidentally let it slip.
Ji Ziming suddenly rushed forward and pressed the car window button behind her. The window slowly rolled up, blocking the only way in from the outside.
His large, white hands wandered around her body, and the air was filled with the smell of lust. Pressed under his body, her lips were tightly sucked in by him, and even the sounds that came out of her throat were swallowed by him.
