Back in her seat, Moh Shiche was looking down at a financial newspaper, not lifting his head as he said, "Intentionally not listening to me?"
She inexplicably pursed her lips with guilt and closed her eyes directly, "I didn't drink any coffee, I'm sleeping, don't disturb me."
Moh Shiche lifted his head to glance at her, and then, without any warning, turned towards her—
Luo Qiangwei felt a figure approaching her and, upon opening her eyes, saw the man's handsome face already inches away from hers.
And the next second, she was engulfed in a deep kiss.
Moh Shiche half-lay on top of her, his hand holding her pointy chin, as his thin lips heavily kissed her, forcefully and intimately possessing her lips and tongue.
Luo Qiangwei was stunned for a few seconds, then reacted and tried to push him away, but the man's hot tongue quickly withdrew from her mouth, teasingly and ambiguously licking her lips, "Still dare to say you didn't drink coffee, hmm?"
