He had his forehead against hers.
Tightening his arm around her, he said hoarsely, "I've taught you so many times, and you still haven't learned to catch your breath? Looks like we've got to practice this more."
Qiao Mianmian was speechless.
The practices were frequent enough!
He kissed her each time he saw her.
He'd practically become a kiss-monster.
And he always did it for so long and so intensely, she felt like she could die from suffocation!
Upon hearing and watching them from the mirror, Uncle Li tried not to smile.
How nice.
It seemed like Young Master's disorder had been cured completely.
Not only could he touch women, but he could also even get intimate with them.
It was all thanks to the Young Madam.
…
10 minutes later.
The black Rolls-Royce stopped outside a private clubhouse.
Mo Yesi got off and immediately reached for Qiao Mianmian's hand.
