5 Isve Saved You and Hit You Today, We Donst Owe Each Other Anything (1/2)

The men were now just outside the vehicle. They left again shortly after to search elsewhere, distracted away when they saw the vehicle move suspiciously, accompanied by the sensual moaning of a woman. The pair in the car appeared to be engrossed in intimate activities with no sign of stopping.

Once the men had disappeared from sight, he speedily let go of Tang Mo'er.

Tang Mo'er shifted herself off his thighs and tidied up her appearance, straightening her clothes and combing her hair with her slender fingertips. She lifted her arm, intending to give him a slap.

Noticing her intentions, he grabbed on to her wrist and held onto it tightly, giving her a faint smile. ”There should be a valid reason before you're allowed to hit anyone. Did I do anything unnecessary to you just now?”

Tang Mo'er responded haughtily, ”I'm hitting you because… you have a hard-on!”

He raised one eyebrow and stared at her with his deep cold eyes, completely unfazed.

Tang Mo'er shifted somewhat uncomfortably and regretted exposing him, he wasn't embarrassed about it at all. This was dangerous, he wasn't someone she was capable of dealing with. She shouldn't have even raised such a topic and stimulated a man who was still hard, especially given their intimate closeness just minutes ago. The consequence of this would probably be him forcing himself on her.

”Let go of me.” She tried to withdraw her little hand, still held tightly in his firm grip. Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click for visiting.

”You don't remember me?”

Tang Mo'er was stunned for a moment. She then sneered at him disdainfully, ”Mister, your pickup lines are outdated.”

Looking at her clear and beautiful eyes, his lips quirked up at the edges into a small, hidden smile. She was mesmerizing. He remembered her clearly from that day, even if she didn't.

She was the girl who he had met at the capital three years ago. She had even reminded him repeatedly to remember to find her.

He had recognized her at first glance through the tinted windows as she walked past the car. Although it had been a number of years, she had left an impression so deep that he couldn't forget her.

”Mister, would you please let go of me? I've saved you and I've also hit you. I'll take it that we won't owe each other anything from now on. I really need to leave, I have an appointment to go to.”

”Appointment?” He loosened his grip on her wrist, then placed his large palm up to hold her tiny face. Her face was small, about the size of his palm and her skin was fair and smooth. His rough thumb brushed her cheek softly, not wanting to let go. ”Didn't you say that you didn't know how to moan?”

Tang Mo'er broke away from his grip and turned her face away from him while rebuking him languidly, ”You're such an imbecile. When women say that they don't know how to moan, they actually mean that they don't want to have sex with you.”

She opened the door of the car, stepped out and left without turning back.