Jiang Qiran's hand seemed to carry an electric current. Ye Linlang only felt that the skin on her waist seemed to suddenly burn up.
The faint light shone through the window, and Ye Linlang's face was already red.
She had never seen someone as sanctimonious as Jiang Qiran!
He was simply acting like a hooligan!
And the reason seemed to be very reasonable!
…
Jiang Qiran's face looked even more mysterious and handsome in the dim car.
He reached out to wrap his hand around Ye Linlang's waist, the corner of his lips smiling seductively.
"Are you shy?"
The moment he released Ye Linlang, Jiang Qiran's lips pressed down again, but this time it did not land on Ye Linlang's lips, but on Ye Linlang's slender neck.
Ye Linlang had never imagined that the skin on her neck couldn't withstand a kiss. It was even itchier than scratching.
Jiang Qiran was about the same age as her!
