Chapter 56 - Why The Hell Are You Stepping On The Brake? (1/2)

He leaned over, his right hand placed under her knees, and his left hand around her waist. He picked her up and walked out.

“Brother,” Jiang Nanfeng caught up.

“Drive her to the hospital,” said Shen Mochen urgently.

Huang Zeke was stunned a little. His panicked old eyes enlarged. Shouldn’t Shen Mochen enjoy her?

He seemed to have plucked the hair from the tiger’s buttocks, and a dark, cold feeling ran from the soles of his feet to the sides of his head.

Legend said Shen Mochen was the tiger that eats a person with his bones too. Whoever provoked him, the lightest was they would be banned. The worst was their family destroyed.

Huang Zeke looked at Shen Mochen’s cold figure. There was a bad feeling in his heart.

Shui Miaomiao probably heard that she would be sent to the hospital. Her tension in her nerves relaxed, causing the last bit of rationale in her was engulfed.

What was left in her was just impulsiveness.

She wanted him.

Her wanting feeling was like the flood that was caused by opening the footage. They were surging.

Shui Miaomiao clenched on both sides of Shen Mochen’s clothes. She stood up, kissed him on the top of his Adam’s apple, slowly moved down, teeth biting his collar bone.

However, she could not cure the thirst on her body at all with just that.

With a wailing sob, Shui Miaomiao returned to his Adam’s apple. Her tongue twisted, her teeth rubbed, and she was still suffering from the uncomfortableness.

Shen Mochen could only feel that his body temperature was rising with her kissing him like that.

He wanted to just make it with this lady who was in his arms.

Jiang Nanfeng ran and opened the back door of the car.

Shen Mochen put her in.

When he just got in, Shui Miaomiao couldn’t wait to get close to him. She placed her hands around his neck, and actively kissed his lips, her tongue deep into his mouth.

It was the first time she had kissed him on her own.

It tastes sweet, like a tasty pudding, soft and silky.

Shen Mochen frowned. His reasons were also being pushed off to the limits.

She tasted so good, so hot like a fire, that she could melt his icy cold heart.

Shen Mochen did not like the taste being played easily by a woman.