"What's wrong?" Mu Lingchuan not only didn't let go, but rather, he held her tighter.
He... hadn't held her in a long time.
To be precise, except for that night in the car when he took her countless times.
In the following days, he didn't hold her at all. This girl turned her back on him and wouldn't even let him touch her.
He'd never known his desire for a woman could be so intense.
Ever since he had her, that feeling had grown increasingly nostalgic.
Mu Lingchuan lowered his head and was about to kiss Zimo's face.
Zimo was a little startled, still thinking about how to get off Mr. Mu's lap.
Unexpectedly, in just a moment of distraction, he had already kissed her.
She froze for a second, as those thin lips landed on her face and then moved towards her lips.
The warm touch made her heart tremble slightly, but she quickly remembered what she was doing.
Her hands fell on his chest, and her right hand instinctively formed a fist.
