"Pride doesn't matter when I'm with you." Zhou Mochen cupped the back of her neck, tilting her head up and leaning in to kiss her.
This was the first time, while fully conscious, that Xu Su didn't resist his kiss in the slightest.
It wasn't just that she didn't physically push him away; deep down, there wasn't a single shred of reluctance.
'She could feel it. Maybe she didn't hate Zhou Mochen as much as she'd previously imagined after all.'
Inside the car, Xu Su was sitting on Zhou Mochen's lap with her arms wrapped around his neck, pinned against the steering wheel as he kissed her.
One of his hands supported her back while the other cupped her nape. She was so pliant—more so than she had ever been before—and as Zhou Mochen continued to kiss her, he started to get carried away.
Xu Su was still straddling him, their bodies pressed so tightly together that certain reactions were impossible to hide, so close she could even hear the sound of him swallowing.
