Di Mingzhe revealed a smile and then asked, "So, do you love me?"
"Love, much love," Di Xiaxia nodded without hesitation to admit.
"I love you very much, so very much," Di Mingzhe said in a deep voice, then he lifted his incredibly handsome face, "Now you kiss me."
He gave off the impression that he was waiting to be indulged, making Di Xiaxia unable to help but laugh, nodding her head and planting a kiss on his face.
"Not enough," Di Mingzhe frowned, shaking his head, "Far from enough."
Di Xiaxia kissed him again, this time on the lips.
"Still not enough," Di Mingzhe complained like a child, "I want a deep one."
Di Xiaxia: "..."
This guy’s really drunk out of his mind, huh.
Alright, a deep one it is then—Di Xiaxia didn’t beat about the bush and kissed him directly on the lips, deeply kissing him.
After all, the back and front of his Lincoln car were two separate compartments, so it didn’t matter how they messed about in the car, no worries about anyone seeing.
Di Mingzhe relished the fragrant kiss, like a greedy child, kissing deeply, intensely, and very passionately.
As they kissed, his eyes grew even more intoxicating, and even his forehead started to break out in a thin layer of sweat.
He opened his eyes and, like a kitten, caressed her varied lips, and with a seemingly coquettish tone said, "Wifey, I want—"
Speaking, he started to get handsy, and just right, Di Xiaxia was only wearing a suit jacket, just one, ahem.
And she wasn’t wearing a bra, just a small tube top.
"Bro, stop messing around," Di Xiaxia said, embarrassed as she quickly grabbed his hand. Knowing he was drunk, she didn’t hold it against him and spoke softly, "We’re still in the car, let’s go home first, talk about it at home."
"I don’t want to," Di Mingzhe refused, stubborn as a petulant child.
Then he continued to fumble around.
Di Xiaxia couldn’t help but get angry, "Di Mingzhe, stop it now."
Damn it, what’s with this behavior in the car?


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