Her first reaction was, of course, to struggle, but the other's lips immediately pressed over, leaving her with no chance to speak a complete sentence: "Damn… bastard… let… go of me."
Right now, Han Xiayang's mind wasn't in control at all; he was just moving based on his body's instincts. He felt a familiar warmth and wanted to hold her tightly, unwilling to let go.
"Meng Qi, don't go."
"Meng Qi… wife…"
Originally, Shen Mengqi was still struggling continuously, but she gradually gave up. Her eyes locked unblinkingly on the man in front of her, and then she proactively extended her arms, passing through both sides of the man's waist, embracing him.
Afterwards, it was a very natural night of ripples.
It was also another deep negotiation of the soul.
Lin Mubai didn't directly turn around and leave; he was just putting on a show, wanting to teach that woman a lesson.
