Yin Mo hesitated for a few seconds, but still picked up a bottle of mineral water from the coffee table and walked to He Chen's side, "You should get some rest early, I will... hey..."
Before she could finish speaking, her wrist was grabbed by He Chen. With a strong pull, Yin Mo staggered and fell into his arms.
He Chen felt satisfied.
He lowered his long legs from the table, hooked Yin Mo's waist, and pulled her tightly into his embrace, "If you have something to say, say it here."
They were so close that Yin Mo was afraid to move recklessly. She struggled slightly, trying to stand up, "Let go first."
"Be honest." He Chen held a cigarette in one hand and tightly wrapped the other around her, teasing wantonly, "You say you, I was planning to let you off, why did you deliver yourself to me again, huh?"
As he spoke, he held Yin Mo's nape in place and took her lips for a hard kiss.
In the past, they had kissed often, every time it was He Chen pouncing like a wolf.
