After speaking, the car window slowly rose, and Xia Ye's arm slid down.
Xia Ye: ...
Did she have stinkbugs on her? Why was he guarding against her like this?
That night, Jiang Xuan tried many methods, and in the end, he finally made his long-awaited momentum surrender.
The man's broad palm was coated with hand sanitizer, which he meticulously washed over and over again, carefully wiping each finger.
Despite this, his heart still felt incredibly empty.
She always managed to effortlessly stir up the explosive desire in his heart, and then pour a bucket of cold water on it.
Very irresponsible.
Little vixen.
He had no resistance to her, so he could only minimize their contact.
Now, just being in the same car with her immediately reminded him of the magnificent colors in the car that night.
He wanted to recklessly destroy everything inside...
