Unconsciously, he had already moved closer to her.
Their lips were almost about to touch.
Qiao Mo snapped back to reality, quickly extended her small hand to gently hold his mouth, and shyly said, "Don't mess around, the makeup will get ruined."
His breath was warm, looking at the woman so close yet unable to touch her, his heart itched unbearably.
"Just one kiss, a light one."
Qiao Mo hesitated for a moment, then let go of her hand.
But who would have thought he was a complete liar, at first indeed very light, like a dragonfly skimming the water.
Yet in the next instant, he deeply extended his tongue inside.
Qiao Mo's back leaned against the car seat, he enclosed her in his arms, kissing more and more deeply.
At first, Qiao Mo was somewhat resistant, but could never withstand his dominance; in the end, she gently closed her eyes, silently accepting the embrace around his neck.
Who knows how long passed, the car slowly came to a stop.
