The thought of Beauty Tang writhing under him was enough to trigger him into action, he could feel the stirring below his abdomen and couldn't control himself. He needed to execute his devious plan. The heir tried to force Tang Mo'er into his car. "Beauty Tang, would you please stop struggling. I've been wanting to do this for so long, no other woman could ever compare to you. Let me dote on you now." His voice was low and husky as he leaned in closer towards her, trying to push her into the car.
"Shameless!" Tang Mo'er continued struggling against him. She needed to get away. However, she was weaker than him and he seemed to be getting more desperate. He was so close to getting her in the car. She was using all her strength as her tiny nails scraped against the metallic paint of the car, trying to get a grip. It was too smooth, she couldn't!
The consequences would be dire if he successfully forced her onto the car.
