Wen Yi couldn’t get away from him, and kicked his feet in boots without any rules.
She was not the kind of kicking that a little woman flirted with, but she really tried to attack him. Mo Shichen let her kick and endured the pain, pinching her waist and pushing her back. The belt directly touched the body.
This man… isn’t he ashamed?
Wen Yi was embarrassed. It was really shameful to perform such a dregs idol drama in front of the hotel door. She was violent but imprisoned her man. She could only stop struggling and find a few mouthfuls to bite him. A bite.
Mo Shichen naturally felt her anger, and his lips withdrew from her a little bit, his forehead pressed against her forehead, his lips pressed against her, his low-pitched voice made a vague voice, and he said, “Your car is broken. I’ll take you home.”
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