At this time, there were no lights in the Qin Yang building, and the few overtime workers had already left work.
It was close to midnight, and the streets were very quiet. Although there were few cars coming and going, the occasional sound of passing cars by could be heard.
However, Jiang Xun could not hear any of it at this moment. Her face was being held by Mufeng's burning hands.
Mufeng's well-defined long fingers covered her face completely. He placed his fingers on her ears. Jiang Xun's ears were burning. From her ears to her cheeks, she was already red.
The wind was blowing, and the air was cold from the late night dew. It clashed with the heat on her face, but was immediately defeated.
When they were waiting for Mufeng, Jiang Xun felt cold after opening the window for a while. But now, she didn't even feel a trace of coldness.
Mufeng's thin and hot lips were close to her, wrapping around her, and it was turbulent.
