"Don't you want to let go?" He hugged her tightly, Xing Liehuo's gaze earnestly fixed on her, no matter how much she struggled, he kept kneading her kisses, refusing to release his grip.
Such a smoldering man was truly frightening. Looking at his cold expression, one would think he couldn't wait for her to leave, right?
Gasping for breath, Lian Qiao pouted her lips, kissed his face, and coaxed him to smile, "Good brother, I'm going to be late!"
Leaning slightly downwards, pressing her body against the car, Xing Liehuo hooked her delicate chin and smiled coldly, "Being late is nothing, it'd be better not to go at all."
Clearing her throat softly, Lian Qiao leaned in closer to him, blinking, a picture of flirtatiousness.
"Come on, didn't we agree? Four o'clock... yeah, four o'clock! We still have plans tonight…"
