Suddenly, the phone vibrated.
Mo Chen took out his phone and put it to his ear, "Wait for me downstairs."
After hanging up, he lowered his head and kissed her again, his voice low, hoarse, and ambiguous, "Kiss for five more minutes, then I have to go."
"Mmm... Mmm!"
Qiao Ruoxin had wanted to resist, but in the end, she hugged the man's waist.
Just as she felt she was going to suffocate, Mo Chen finally released her.
Her fair, smooth cheeks were tinged with a touch of red, her breathing was disordered, and her lips were slightly swollen.
The man looked at her panting, and let out a disdainful cold laugh, "Little Ghost, why are you so useless? It was only five minutes."
Qiao Ruoxin glared at him in anger, "You have the nerve to say that!"
Mo Chen's phone vibrated again, but he didn't answer it.
He looked at Qiao Ruoxin's slightly swollen lips, his slender fingers caressing them, "I'm leaving."
Qiao Ruoxin grabbed the man's arm, "Mo Chen, where are you going!"