Outside the car window, night had fallen, and the entire city was enshrouded in darkness.
Mo Chen tilted his head down and kissed her slender swan neck, his voice hoarse to the extreme, "Little Ghost, no regrets allowed."
"Why would I regret? Unless you have other bad habits, like domestic violence or something?"
In an instant, the amorous atmosphere was destroyed.
He responded coldly, "Not only do I enjoy domestic violence, but I also take pleasure in abusing women in bed."
Qiao Ruoxin pulled away from his embrace, disbelief written all over her face, "You have that kink too? Mo Chen, you're so scary... "
The man snorted derisively, "Regretting now? It's too late."
She smiled lightly, her slender fingers caressing the man's chin, "No regrets. We can abuse each other and see who has the colder heart."
"..."
The next second.
Mo Chen pinned her down on the back seat of the car, held her face gently, and kissed her slowly, very tenderly and carefully.
