C74 (1/2)

”What are you doing? Where are you taking me? ” Zuo Ziqian asked anxiously, he no longer had the strength to struggle anymore.

Furthermore, her bag and phone were at the banquet place. She didn't have any money or phone, so she couldn't leave even if she wanted to.

He did not answer her question. Instead, with a wave of his hand, he pulled her into his embrace, allowing her to sit on his lap. Then, he took a coat and draped it over her body.

”In the future, when I'm not around, you're not allowed to wear such revealing formal attire!” His dark eyes were fixed on her slightly exposed chest, and the thought of her exposed chest and back made him sick.

Her entire body was exuding the sexy aura of a young girl that was faintly discernible, and it filled his body with desire.

”Why should you care about me?” she retorted sullenly, not taking his words seriously.

This man was tyrannical to the extreme. He didn't even care what she wore!

Ling Yiheng didn't give her an answer, instead, he directly kissed her lips, and tightly embraced her in his arms.

At this moment, he clearly knew how much he desired her! There had never been a woman who could affect his thoughts and desires like this.

He had always considered himself extremely self-contained, whether it was his temper or his desire. But because of her, everything was an exception.

Zuo Zixian struggled desperately, but the man kissed even more deeply. His forehead pressed tightly against her forehead, pressing her against the back of the backseat. He allowed the hot kiss to ravage her lips, as if he wanted to completely crush her into his body.

He plucked at her lips like an autumn leaf, ignoring the fact that there was a foreign driver in front of her.

However, the driver seemed to be accustomed to this kind of thing, maintaining his balance and continuing to drive without any reaction.

Fortunately, this was in France, where men and women passionately kissed each other in the streets. Otherwise, Zuo Zixian would have been tempted to bury him.

Finally, he ended his kiss. Zuo Zixian panted as he bit his already swollen lips, his body limply trying to leave his control. However, he was holding on tighter to his lips.

”Don't move, give me a hug.” His head was resting on her shoulder. His voice was low and hoarse, lacking the ferocity and tyranny it had before.

Zuo Zi Wu's body froze, he didn't know what he meant by that.

However, she actually didn't move, allowing him to quietly hug her like this.

He did not know how much time had passed before he finally let go of her.