The repressed but burgeoning longing and desire poured out.
Mo Nanze couldn't resist.
With one hand, he cradled Lu Yinfeng's nape while the other wrapped around her slender waist, deepening their entwined kiss.
Fervent, insane.
Lips and teeth tangled.
Both of them gradually breathed heavier, lost in the haze of stirred emotions and desire.
Mo Zhiyan, driving in front, found it hard not to hear the commotion. He had to forcefully control himself to not look through the rearview mirror.
An intense kiss couldn't solve Lu Yinfeng's immediate predicament.
She clung to Mo Nanze's chest, pleading for more in a woeful voice.
"I... feel so uncomfortable..."
Meanwhile, Mo Nanze's soul was being severely tormented at this moment.
Hadn't he agreed not to have any further involvement with Lu Yinfeng?
Then what was this?
Why couldn't he refuse that kiss?
Lu Yinfeng was drugged, but he wasn't... He must restrain himself!