Mu Xiaojiu was still embracing her tightly, striving to calm his chaotic breathing.
He had never anticipated such an immense shock from her taking the initiative, especially while he was in the throes of anger.
The famously composed Mr. Xiaojiu found his self-control utterly crumbled in the face of this young girl!
Merely a gentle kiss from her and he almost lost it, almost took her right here.
He really hadn't seen this coming; he hadn't planned on taking her in the car, at least not before this moment.
When the car finally stops later, Ziying will surely knock on the door, and he didn't want to put her in an awkward position.
With great difficulty, Mu Xiaojiu managed to subdue the flames within him just before the car came to a halt.
He gently lifted his head from Baili Xia's neck and glanced once more at her still somewhat pale face.
Then, he lowered his eyes and began to button up her clothing, one button at a time.