"Does it hurt?" Jin Mo raised her eyebrows at him, her eyes brimming with provocation. She knew Tang Yan wouldn't do it in the car, so her words carried a bit of confidence.
Tang Yan smirked, "Don't provoke me; I'm capable of doing anything."
Jin Mo blinked innocently, indicating she was merely asking and meant nothing more.
Watching her feign meekness, Tang Yan felt a sweet sensation inside and wanted to meld this seductive vixen into his flesh and blood.
Through the car window beside her, Jin Mo could vaguely see her current disheveled state, her lips rosy and her clothes crumpled, resting on her rounded shoulders—an obvious sign of what had just happened.
Jin Mo shrank a little, buttoned up her clothes, and said softly, "We should get back, or they'll definitely start wondering."
"You think they won't wonder if we go back now?" Tang Yan's voice was languid and dripping with desire.
