The inside of the car was a bit too warm.
Ali nervously looked at the man in front of her, at his long eyelashes.
She didn't even dare to move.
Suddenly.
A large hand inappropriately slipped into her black dress.
Ali certainly knew what Yao Beikun intended to do, but after all, they were still in the car, and the driver was still there...
Yao Beikun didn't seem to have such concerns; he pressed Ali against the backseat, his tall figure tightly pinning her down, and what he wanted to do next was clearly evident.
The driver in the front seemed to vaguely sense something, and he quickly withdrew his gaze from the rearview mirror, focusing on driving.
"Kunye..." Ali called him.
The two were already in a state of undeniable intimacy, and Ali looked at Yao Beikun with an unguarded expression, gently reminding him by his ear.
Yao Beikun bit her soft white neck.
"Ah, it hurts." Ali pouted playfully.
Yao Beikun gave an evil grin, "If it hurts, then don't resist..."
Then.
