Chapter 90 Baby, What Should I Do?

Qiao Mianmian couldn't open the car door, turned her head angrily, bit her lip and stared at him: "Open the car door, I want to get out."

Mo Yesi raised the corners of his lips: "Then kiss me and I'll let you get off."

She was annoyed by him and said angrily: "I don't"

Before the last word was uttered, the man stretched out his hand and pulled her into his arms.

"Well" Mo Yesi lowered his head and kissed her deeply, holding her chin and lifting her face, wantonly plundering the sweet scent between her lips and teeth.

The girl in my arms tastes so good.

At first, I just wanted to give it a try, kissing and kissing, but then I lost control.

The gentle kiss turned into a deep and hot kiss that almost sucked away one's soul.

Inside the car, the temperature is rising.

The air is filled with an ambiguous and charming atmosphere.

The subtle sounds made between the intertwining lips and teeth made people blush and their hearts beat.

The petite man in his arms softened into a puddle of water, his white and tender hands weakly pulled the buttons of his shirt, his breathing was ragged and rapid, and his bright red face was like a peach blossom blooming in March.

Mo Yesi was moved by the kiss.

The hand that was hugging the girl's slender waist couldn't help but penetrate her clothes.

"No, no"

There was a sudden chill in her chest, and Qiao Mianmian recovered from her confusion and infatuation in an instant. Her face turned red and she reached out to push him away.

Mo Yesi came back to his senses after being pushed by her.

He raised his head and looked with his dark, burning eyes at the girl whose face was flushed by his kiss. His burning eyes fell on the girl's red, swollen and delicate lips. He stayed there for a few seconds before moving away with difficulty.

His breath was a little short, and he spoke with a hoarse voice: "Baby, what should I do?"

Qiao Mianmian blushed so hard and her heart beat so fast that she didn't even dare to look at him: "What should I do?"

Mo Yesi looked at her steadily, his eyes as dark as the deep sea: "I'm hungry."

"Are you hungry?" Qiao Mianmian didn't react for a while and asked in surprise, "You just had lunch and didn't have much."

After feeling something abnormal about the man's body, he took back the last word in embarrassment and panic.

"Mo Yesi" Qiao Mianmian was really panicked. She stretched out her hand and pushed on the man's strong and hot chest. Her tone was weak and pleading, "I want to get off, please let me down."

"Baby." Mo Yesi's hand tightened around her waist, and his low and hoarse voice contained forbearance, "Don't be afraid, I like you, that's why I react like this to you. Be good and stop moving. , otherwise I can’t guarantee whether I will lose control and kill you.”

As soon as Qiao Mianmian heard this, she didn't dare to move anymore.

She sat stiffly in his arms.

Mo Yesi's body also tensed up. He hugged her tightly and gasped a few times while lying on her shoulder.

A few minutes later.

His breathing slowly calmed down.

Qiao Mianmian bit her lip and cried, "Are you feeling better? Can you let me go?"

These few minutes were nothing short of dire for her.

Mo Yesi reached out to touch her head, pinched her chin and kissed her, then said in a hoarse voice, "Well, let's go, I'll take you downstairs to the dormitory."

"No need, I'm still myself"

Qiao Mianmian instinctively wanted to refuse. Before she finished speaking, she felt the man's face darken and his eyes became cold: "You don't want me to give you a gift? Do you think I can't do it and don't want people to know that you are with me?"