Hearing Mo Chuxi's provocative words laced with warning, Yan Xinxin immediately sensed trouble. She attempted to sit up straight, but the moment she moved, a certain someone forcefully pinned her back down.
"Mo Chu… mmph…"
A pair of thin, cool lips pressed aggressively against her soft lips, completely silencing the words of protest she was about to utter.
Already no match for Mo Chuxi's strength, and trapped in such a confined space, Yan Xinxin's petite figure was entirely subdued by him.
"Mmph mmph…"
The friction of their lips caused Yan Xinxin's cheeks to flush hot. Feeling Mo Chuxi's breath continuously invading her lips, she grew more and more flustered and uneasy.
Sure, she had said something wrong, but did that mean Mo Chuxi had to… do this to her, right here in the car?
Somebody save me…
Yan Xinxin's mind was nearing a complete breakdown.
She felt like she couldn't breathe, her heart pounding anxiously—it was pure torture!
