"Who I choose is none of your business. We're not that close, Mr. Li!"
Unable to wiggle away from Li Beichen's grasp, Ye Qingge had no choice but to face his cold gaze.
"Not that close? We've already hugged and kissed, and we're still not that close?"
The previous night's taste of ecstasy still leaped in her body.
Li Beichen always thought that he had good self-control, but after meeting Ye Qingge, it instantly crumbled.
Ye Qingge's blurry eyes went into a daze.
Her usually calm and elegant face blushed.
Their little flirtation from the night before instantly filled her mind.
"I don't read much, Little Uncle, so I don't know what 'close' means."
Her smile was pleasant and quite amorous, as if she did not care what "closeness" Li Beichen had meant.
"Get out of the car!" His cold voice was filled with explosive rage.
Li Beichen could not understand why he was so interested in this woman.
