Mu Yazhe squeezed her further into his embrace with each passing second, which felt more like a century-long torture to him. His tense body was constantly clamoring for something he could not have now, and the fire inside him was just steadily growing. For every second of his suffering, his breathing got heavier little by little.
God knew what he was putting up with!
It was not at all his style to suppress his raging desires!
According to his usual behavior, he would have long eaten her clean and buried himself in her at this point!
However, he was afraid of her getting scared away.
He knew that this woman did not like doing it in the car.
Thus, in consideration of her feelings, he had to endure his urge until they reached the hotel.
It was just that he felt terribly tormented for holding himself back.
The beads of sweat seeping out from his forehead were a silent indication of his current predicament.
