Jun Yan's body suddenly became tense and rigid.
The current her, is not the drunken her, but the sober her.
So... did she kiss him again?
His Adam's apple moved sensitively, lashes lowered, subconsciously wanting to deepen the kiss.
But the other party had already backed away.
He was still unsatisfied.
Si Fan sat back and glanced at the man's reddened lips from the kiss with her alluring peach blossom eyes, smiling, "Not bad flavor."
The clear, low voice like a spell is captivating without awareness.
Jun Yan's breathing was slightly hurried, tongue pressing lightly against his molar, watching her eyes, deep and black, "Si Fan, igniting random men isn't a good habit."
Si Fan lazily responded, "Don't worry, I'm well-disciplined, not every man can be ignited by me."
Jun Yan: "..."
The car quickly arrived at Deshan Hospital.
Jun Yan parked the car, turned off the engine, then stepped out and opened the passenger door.
Si Fan emerged from inside, lazily yawning.
