An Ziqi got back in the car, saw Xiao Moli's stony face, and reached out with a smile to pinch his cheek.
"Alright, I'm back, aren't I?"
Xiao Moli grabbed her hand. "That's it, you're not allowed to go again. I'll think of another way."
This was just too much torture for him.
An Ziqi was helpless. She knew he'd been tense the whole time, so she didn't argue with him.
Seeing her keep silent, Xiao Moli frowned. "Did you hear me?"
An Ziqi laughed, pounced on him and kissed him, blocking his mouth so he couldn't talk.
A wife delivering herself to your door—if you don't kiss her, you're a fool. Xiao Moli pressed her into the seat, kneading and rubbing her in "punishment," kissing her hard until he'd had his fill.
If it weren't for the inappropriate setting, with the lively main street right outside, An Ziqi felt this beast Xiao Moli would definitely go straight for some car-shaking action.
