ing it to the attendant.A strapless gown design accentuates the elegance of the shoulder and neck line, with hair styled high on top of the head, revealing a particularly delicate and captivating face...What was said at the dinner table... those three words...

Huo Mingzheng was too close, his scent of alcohol and his unique aroma enveloped her, causing her heart to pound, her brain felt deprived of oxygen, unable to think.

Those three words, she understood very clearly.

That's great...

Yesterday at noon, at Jinling Mansion, after listening to the butler introduce Dr. Xiaoyue, she said it was very good. Afterwards, Huo Mingzheng asked her if she was jealous.

Now he was making her guess what the three words meant

Does he want to say he's jealous

"Your mouth is on your body, say whatever you want." She lowered her eyes, not looking at Huo Mingzheng's eyes. As soon as she looked down, she saw the man's broad chest. She turned her head to look out the car window, pretending to be admiring the scenery.

A man's low chuckle sounded in her ear.

Her back heated up, Huo Mingzheng's warm palm covered hers, his fingers slipped into her finger gaps. He acted without warning, but very quickly. When Fu Yan reacted, their hands were already intertwined.

Fu Yan suddenly raised her eyes to look at him.

Huo Mingzheng caught her flustered gaze for a moment, his eyes drifting down to land on her crimson lips.

The last time he kissed her in the hot spring, he almost made her cry. He promised her that he would ask for her consent before kissing her again in the future.

"Yan Yan," he kept his gaze fixed on her red lips, his fingers slightly clenching, holding her hand tighter. His breath, laced with alcohol, was becoming unsteady, "Can I kiss you"

Fu Yan's two lips lightly pursed, at the moment when the syllable was about to be uttered, Huo Mingzheng raised the car window, preventing her from saying it. He tightened his grip on the back of her head and kissed the red lips that he had always longed for.

As the car drove over a speed bump, Huo Mingzheng tightened his grip on Fu Yan's head, pressing it against the back of her head to prevent it from hitting the car window. The other hand, intertwined with hers, clenched tighter and tighter, unwilling to let go.

Fu Yan was cornered in the train compartment, pressed against the wall with no room to escape. Huo Mingzheng's kisses rained down on her face, his body towering over hers like a mountain, blocking the way behind her. She was trapped between the chair back, the car door, and Huo Mingzheng's powerful presence, helpless as a rabbit caught in a hunter's snare. He took her with ease.

A sticky kiss left her mind blank.

Ho Mingzheng's hand on the car door pulled her in, bringing her against his leg.

Without putting up any resistance, Unequal’s hand clasped the back of her head, controlling her movements. He tilted his head back slightly, his lips pressing against hers like magnets. His tongue explored inside, his deep, dark eyes were tinged with red, an uncontrollable desire. The kiss, which had just been gentle, became impatient and forceful.

"Yan Yan..."

Ahead, there was a red light, so Cao Fang stepped on the brakes.

Fu Yan dodged his kiss by turning her head and away from his hand as it slid down her neck and pinched her waist. She pushed against his chest with one hand, creating distance between them.

But she forgot that she was being held in Huo Mingzheng's lap. After his forceful attack, she was almost trapped in his arms, held in a possessive manner.

He placed his broad hand on her waist, pulling her upper body closer to his.

"Huo Mingzheng, don't go too far!" However, at this time, even though Fu Yan was angry and embarrassed, in Huo Mingzheng's ears, it didn't have any power.

Instead, his heart became increasingly soft. The hand controlling her waist felt tentatively over the fabric, exploring the tender flesh beneath it.

Ho Mingzheng gazed at her with his eyes, the surging desire slowly held back. The corners of his eyes, already flushed with alcohol, now held a deeper crimson, more alluring than before. In the dim carriage, he seemed like a captivating fairy.

"You're going to get drunk..."

"I want you."

Huo Mingzheng cut her off, his desire undisguised. His voice was hoarse to the extreme, "I'm done, you can slap me now."

When he spoke, she was speechless. via Paris.With a loud "bang," the laptop was slammed against the car door, snapping cleanly in half. The shattered screen rattled to the floor mat."Xiao Qin, why did you lie to me" Qice looked at the...