There was not much room in the car. After all, Qian Yikun was driving an ordinary car—a BMW!
It was the Qian family's most ordinary car.
Qian Yikun bent his legs and pinned Mo Fei onto the back seat. Mo Fei smiled and hugged Qian Yikun's neck. "Someone is taking photos of you."
Qian Yikun lowered his head and sank his teeth onto her neck. Of course, he knew that. That was why he did not kiss Mo Fei as they were getting into the car. He was, all in all—composed.
"Who did you meet up with just now?" Qian Yikun asked in a husky voice.
Mo Fei pulled him down on his neck blocked all the words he wanted to say with a French kiss.
Eventually, Qian Yikun did not get what he wanted because the woman in his arms had already fallen asleep from exhaustion.
