The next second, he bent down and placed her in the back seat. He did not even have time to close the car door. He bent down, pinched her chin, and kissed her tender lips hard.
Yvette reached out and pulled his shirt tightly. One button was undone, but he did not care. On the contrary, when she opened her mouth angrily, he swallowed the tip of her tongue and sucked hard, causing Yvette's scalp to go numb.
Finally, he released her in satisfaction. Yvette was so angry that she raised her hand but was grabbed by him who looked at her with deep eyes.
"Do you want to be my girl?"
When he said that, Yvette did not even want to hit him.
He seemed to know where her soft spot was, and he knew it every time.
Yvette was very angry, but she was deeply powerless. She hated her relationship with him now.
In her memory, the appearance of Lance gave her the image of light.
