He Chen hadn't even finished talking when Yin Mo clumsily covered the man's lips with her own.
Damn!
He wasn't a saint like Liu Xia Hui!
Faced with Yin Mo's closeness and initiative, He Chen had no reason to refuse.
In an instant, he took the lead, holding her head and kissing her passionately.
Ah Yong, stealing glances from the front seat: "..."
The phone on the floor that hadn't been hung up: "..."
Yin Mo's initiative was like the most potent aphrodisiac for He Chen.
He forcefully encircled Yin Mo, making her straddle his lap, and as emotion ran high, his hand slipped under her T-shirt.
It was unclear how much time had passed when He Chen let go, holding her back tightly, his handsome face buried in her chest, panting heavily to calm down.
Yin Mo also had a dazed look, her body revealing an unfamiliar emotional stir.
Especially because of her current straddling position, she could clearly sense He Chen's arousal pressing against her.
In the car, the heat was unbearable.
