Chu Molin ignored Qin Xue's resistance and deepened the kiss.
Why did this woman have to make herself look so beautiful with makeup, and so provocatively beautiful at that?
From the moment he saw her, he wanted to hold her in his arms and kiss her intensely.
Now that he finally got to kiss her, of course, he was going to savor it slowly.
"Xue'er, you taste so sweet." Chu Molin gasped, his deep, rich voice even lower than usual.
Each word he uttered was fatally tempting.
"You..." Qin Xue gave him a glare. She didn't know how to respond; they were by the roadside where people could see them, after all.
"Don't like it?" Chu Molin caught sight of Qin Xue, lowered his head, looking like he would kiss her again if she dared to say she didn't like it.
"Like it, very much." Qin Xue quickly responded, looking into his eyes.
"Really?" Chu Molin looked at his wife, who had answered rather too quickly. Why did he find it hard to believe?
