The last time Chloe Summers got drunk, although she did take the initiative to kiss him, he didn't respond or ask for anything, but now he earnestly wants to ask for something; the kiss deepened, and the taste in her mouth was better than anything.
"Harold Chapman, it's hot," Chloe Summers clung to him.
Leon Rivers kissed her deeply and found it hard to stop, but absolutely nothing should happen in the car, so he pulled the seatbelt over her, backed away, stared at her slightly swollen lips from the kissing, and started the car.
Throughout the drive, Chloe Summers wasn't behaving; her hands roamed over him, and several times his car nearly hit the roadside.
It took some effort to reach his place, Leon Rivers got out of the car, slammed the car door shut, then lit a cigarette, puffing and exhaling smoke. The girl he liked was delivered to him in such a state,
if he didn't take her, wouldn't he be letting down the meaning of being a man?
