Fu Yanlin hailed a taxi by the roadside and then gave the driver the name of the hotel.
The road was narrow, yet the taxi driver drove at breakneck speed.
The car swayed violently, and the woman in his arms felt unsteady, leaning her head on Fu Yanlin's body, her little hand kept scratching on his chest.
Her scratching seemed to reach directly into his heart.
Fu Yanlin admitted he had no self-control in front of Wen Sheng, he firmly grasped her slender waist with one hand and held her hand to his chest with the other, "Do you feel uncomfortable after drinking?"
"Hmm— a bit uncomfortable." Wen Sheng's head felt dizzy, and as she slightly raised her eyes, a pair of doe eyes glistened brightly like the most tempting black grapes.
Then, she freed her right hand to continue scratching Fu Yanlin's chest, "Fu Yanlin, kiss me, just a kiss and I'll feel better."
Her soft and mushy voice made Fu Yanlin's throat unexpectedly tighten.
