Wen Meimei couldn't help but shiver and cursed under her breath in a voice so low she couldn't even hear herself. She dutifully got out of the car and then sat in the passenger seat.
As she buckled her seatbelt, Qiao Chengxun released his own and leaned over, taking off her mask and bit her lips with his mouth.
Wen Meimei blinked innocently. Trapped in the tight space with her seatbelt fastened, she couldn't move her body, nor did her hands have room to maneuver.
The unique scent of the man filled the air, his hot breath hitting the girl's face. It wasn't clear who lost their composure first, but their trembling hearts collided unexpectedly.
Time seemed to stand still at that moment...
Wen Meimei's brain temporarily paralyzed, and when it rebooted, her logic short-circuited again, her face felt like it was about to explode from the heat.
"King of Hell, you bastard!"