"Hiss."
Li Yeqi suddenly let her go, raised his hand to wipe the corner of his lips, revealing a shockingly seductive smear of blood on his fingertip. He squinted his eyes displeasedly, staring at her, "Biting me?"
Yan Luoxi was still pinned under him on the seat, glaring at his bloodstained lips, "If you flirt with that Fu Youran again next time, I'll bite you to death."
"With that mouth of yours down there?" The man raised an eyebrow mockingly.
Yan Luoxi understood his implication, her pretty face flushing bright red, "Pervert."
Zhou Bei's somewhat flustered voice came from outside the car, "Seventh Master, may I get in the car now?"
After dealing with the reporters, he had seen from a distance the car shaking. Even with his toes, he could guess what the Seventh Master had intended to do in the car. But this was the entrance of a hotel, and no matter how eager he was, it would have been more appropriate to wait until they got home.
