Zimo continued to twist her body, struggling hard beneath him, yet she held onto him tightly, refusing to let go.
Mu Lingchuan was somewhat thrown into disarray by her actions as he tried to figure out how to sit up straight.
After much difficulty, he managed to push her away, about to move towards the car door to get out.
But before he could, Zimo had already climbed up on the seat, grabbing his neck once again.
This time, she swung her leg over and straddled him directly.
Not knowing what she wanted to do, she just gazed at his rose-colored lips shimmering before her eyes.
Suddenly, she had an urge to devour them.
No, not devour, she wanted to suck them into her belly.
Thinking thus, she actually did it.
Holding Mu Lingchuan's face, which could not dodge in time, she leaned down and powerfully sucked on his lips.
Mu Lingchuan's eyes widened, his hand landing on her waist.
Beneath his palm was her incredibly warm body.
