Chen Mo watched the traffic officer getting closer and closer to him, feeling his heartbeat almost stop.
He hastily tried to lift Sister Hong's head, constantly reminding her.
"Sister Hong, be careful, the traffic officer is coming over, we will be discovered, you don't want to be on the news tomorrow, do you?"
Chen Mo was truly getting anxious.
But he found that Sister Hong had no intention of stopping; instead, she was working even harder as if only by doing so could she feel more thrilled.
Sister Hong's delicate body kept writhing, her fragrance wafting, those white, round breasts shaking incessantly.
Little Chen Mo suddenly felt somewhat exhausted, and even his dimension had shrunk a lot.
Yet, as the traffic officer took steps closer, Little Chen Mo felt an indescribable thrill, standing even more prominent.
Chen Mo's emotions at that moment were extremely complex, unsure of what he should do.
This woman, Sister Hong, was utterly and completely a madwoman.
