Mu An'an had never dreamed that Ye Feimo would be waiting for her when she returned downstairs. When she saw him getting out of the car, she turned around indifferently and heard footsteps behind her. The familiar scent was getting closer and closer. Ye Feimo grabbed her hand.
"What's going on?" Mu An'an was surprised. Ye Feimo had never been a persistent person, nor did he like to eat back grass. Wasn't he very angry in the restaurant just now? What did he mean by coming here now? Before she could figure it out, his lips had already occupied her in the next second.
Ye Feimo held her tightly as if he had gone mad. He was so strong that he wanted to crush her into pieces. His lips licked her cold lips, and Mu An'an's mind went blank.