Declare sovereignty in the most direct way.
The surroundings first fell silent.
Then came the sound of whistles.
He sobered up and let go of his grip.
Pressing Mu Chenxi, whose cheeks were red from the kiss, into his embrace, he cast a cold glance in a corner she couldn't see at the wilted boys who looked like frostbitten eggplants.
If his brothers knew about this, they would definitely tease him for winning dishonorably.
He, Fu Yanshen, could actually do something as childish as this one day.
But in the moment, he did it impulsively.
And the scariest thing was, he didn't feel any regret.
He wrapped his arms around Chenxi and got into the car.
After getting into the car, Chenxi kept her head down, her hands twisting the strap of her bag, clearly still embarrassed.
He leaned over to buckle her seatbelt and, seeing her tender, red lips, couldn't restrain himself and pinched her jaw again.
Stealing her breath.