Fu Ziqian's eyes darkened, unable to resist such temptation, he fiercely kissed Qiao Chuchu's lips.
"..." Qiao Chuchu was a bit dumbfounded by the kiss.
How did things suddenly escalate to kissing like this?
Qiao Chuchu pressed her hands against Fu Ziqian's chest, trying to push him away... but Fu Ziqian's body suddenly pressed against hers, and then, her body became uncontrollably tilted backward...
In the end, she was pinned down on the chair by Fu Ziqian.
"..."
It's past nine at night now, people are bustling on the street, and he was driving a military vehicle, making them quite noticeable... it would definitely attract a crowd.
She surely didn't want to end up on the news headlines.
"..."
"Fu Ziqian... what are you doing? We're on the street!" Qiao Chuchu said, frustrated.
