Beiming Han caught the girl's long hair with his hand, forcing her to raise her head to facilitate a kiss, he eagerly covered her tender little mouth with his own.
Gu Qingxin doesn't use any lip products, yet her lips are tender and bouncy, carrying a natural fragrance that he never tires of…
This girl is like a poppy, addictive…
When the car stopped, they were both panting. Beiming Han almost lost control…
Gu Qingxin took advantage of his loosened grip, forcefully dodged his kiss, and gathered her clothes.
Contrarily, the man sitting there was neatly dressed. Except for his heavy breathing, there was hardly any change.
"When you are finished, call, and the driver will pick you up." Beiming Han handed her a new mobile phone.
"My mother just had surgery today, can I stay with her overnight?" Gu Qingxin received the phone and discussed it with him.
"What do you think?" Beiming Han's expression suddenly changed to displeasure, and the atmosphere in the car dropped a few notches.
