She turned around and saw mo Qiu's face. Just as she was about to turn around, mo Qiu pulled her into his arms.
"Oh." She was held in his arms, and her lips were blocked by him. Mo Qiu kissed her gently and eagerly. She struggled, and Mo Qiu's body leaned forward. The two of them fell on the grass.
Mo Qiu wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed his body against hers. He kept kissing her as if he was tasting the most precious food in the world. He could not bear to move away.
"Don 't, don' t." Zhao Meng was being kissed by him. The man's lips moved all the way down to her neck, then her collarbones. His large hands reached into her clothes.
Although the hospital was quiet at night, it was not home!
A car stopped at the back door, and the bodyguards took half a step back.
"Chief."
"Yes." "Yes," mo Yancheng replied and strode inside.
