Yin Muchen carried Yin Shuiling onto the luxurious business sedan, and the chauffeur asked, "President Yin, where are we headed?"
"Back to the villa."
"Yes, sir."
Yin Muchen held Yin Shuiling the whole time, and at the start, Yin Shuiling obediently lay in his embrace. She was not too aware of her surroundings, and then her face became more and more red. She was mumbling, "Hot, it is so hot…"
The small girl in his embrace started to move, and she used her small hand to push his chest in an effort to escape his embrace.
Yin Muchen firmly held onto her soft small waist and was unwilling to let go. His handsome, dark face was almost dripping with evil intent, and his dark eyes that resembled black marbles were deep and dark. She was unable to guess what he was thinking about.
The man's body was like a wall. Yin Shuiling could not escape him, and she used her small hand to tug on her clothes.
