Yes, good, very good.
At the back seat.
Qiao Mianmian almost fainted from this man's unusually hot and overbearing deep kiss.
Her petite and bright little face swelled with redness and her tender white hands thumped gently and weakly against his chest. "Mo… Mo Yesi, let me go."
The man's kiss was too domineering and strong. She felt like she was fainting.
Mo Yesi opened his eyes.
His dark, intense eyes turned to the girl in his arms whose face was flushed red from his kiss. Seeing how she was almost unable to breathe, he had no choice but to end the kiss reluctantly.
His breath was disordered as he held her hot cheeks. After a moment of gasping on her forehead, his breath slowly calmed down.
"Baby, tell me, did God specially arrange you for me?"
Mo Yesi raised her jaw and stared at her deeply. "Otherwise, why would I not have a rejection reaction towards you? Why would I feel such an unprecedented relaxation with you?"
