Brian didn't expect that she hadn't lied, so he couldn't help it, the force of the collision was a little weaker, and a little joy rose in his heart, as if he was very satisfied with her clean body.

Daisy just closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck, biting her lower lip so that she couldn't make the shameful sound. There were still wet tears in the corners of his eyes, as if she was cheering for the flowers blooming on the seat, and she seemed to be in silent mourning...

She had fantasized countless times, but she never thought that her first time would be in the car, let alone being forced. While to a large extent she's also catering to it, it's not the scene she's looking for. In her fantasies it would have been in a luxury hotel, on that pristine white bed, where her flowers would leave a fiery red imprint instead of being engulfed in shades of gray.

However, she also knows that some things cannot be decided herself. Just like in the past, she never thought that she would be reduced to a situation of prostitution...

After colliding again and again, he was finally satisfied to keep the essence in her body, and she had already slumped weakly in his arms, exhausted and lethargic with weak breathing. Looking down at the flushed cheeks in his arms, Brian pursed the corners of his mouth for no reason, as if declaring his satisfaction with this transaction. Holding her waist with both hands, he couldn't help but move up a slap distance, clenching her two soft breasts just right, the soft feeling made him even more aggressive, and his body responded again.

However, seeing that she had fallen asleep, Brian's delicate brows were slightly wrinkled, and he finally gave up his desire again.

Put her in the passenger seat, covering her seductive body with those humble fabrics. Looking down and seeing the white and red filthy juice still flowing out from below her, Brian frowned, and finally he couldn't help but put a tissue on it.

Only soon he pulled his hand back, because when he touched her red and swollen lips, she frowned and turned her head in pain.

Thinking she had woken up, Brian grabbed the steering wheel with a cold face, thinking about how to deal with it.

For a long time, she still did not open her eyes, which made him very dissatisfied. Turning his head to wake her up, he finally held back when he saw her tired and flushed cheeks. Carefully staring at her closed eyes, he stretched out his hand to slowly withdraw the tissue under her body, and also brought out the juices that exuded extravagance. He sighed inexplicably, turned around and continued to grip the steering wheel. Just when he stepped on the accelerator, he suddenly stopped, staring at the beautiful body that could not be concealed in the rearview mirror, after all, he couldn't help taking off his suit to cover it... He didn't know why he was so concerned about this. A woman is so caring, they are nothing more than a physical transaction, and it is a ruthless vent. He should hate all women, these self-righteous women...

When Daisy opened her eyes again, she was greeted by the luxurious chandelier she had longed for, flickering softly and brightly.

She narrowed her eyebrows, trying to recall what had happened. Suddenly thinking of that man, her body shuddered.

"Are you awake?"

The icy voice resounded in her ears, confirming Daisy's thoughts - it wasn't a dream, it was real! There was a layer of grief in her eyes, but she quickly covered it up with strength, forcibly turned her head and looked for the owner of the voice.

Sure enough it was him!

Even if she changed into pajamas, even if she only saw his profile, she still remembered his appearance clearly. It's like, his appearance has already been branded on her chest, and the heart is still beating, which means that he can still see...