Ye Linlang's seatbelt was still on, and she had no way to avoid it. She could only watch as Jiang Qiran leaned over!
They were clearly at a traffic light, and they were still the frontmost car, but Jiang Qiran seemed to completely ignore it.
His well-defined palm pressed directly on Ye Linlang's waist, and it was so overbearing that it could not be resisted.
His other hand held Ye Linlang's face. His calloused fingers brushed past it. She even felt as if an electric current had passed through her.
"Don't… ugh…"
Before Ye Linlang could say another word, she felt something warm pressing down on her, directly covering her lips.
All the words were swallowed up in her stomach.
Jiang Qiran leaned over Ye Linlang. His face was covered with a layer of frost, but his breathing was so intense that Ye Linlang almost suspected that she was going to be burned by Jiang Qiran's masculine aura.
