Inside the car.
An ambiguous posture of intimacy.
Fu Nian's clear and beautiful phoenix eyes looked provocatively at the man in front of her.
Jing Luo clasped Fu Nian's nape tightly with his large hand, gazing at the woman's long, slightly curled eyelashes...her makeup-free face was stunningly beautiful.
Jing Luo pursed his thin lips, then stared intently into the woman's phoenix eyes, lowering himself to fiercely kiss the woman's red lips.
A moment later, he released her lips, still unsatisfied.
"I think just capturing this posture isn't enough. What do you think about the scene just now? Hmm?"
Fu Nian: "..."
"People might think we were about to do it in the car..."
Before Jing Luo could say the word "do," Fu Nian quickly reached out and covered the man's thin lips with her small hand.
"That's enough."
Jing Luo only felt the warmth of the woman's palm covering his thin lips, unbelievably soft.
Jing Luo's Adam's apple bobbed a bit, then he kissed Fu Nian's palm.
