In the luxury car, the shield has already risen, the whole back seat is a closed space, a man and a woman ambiguously intertwined.

There was endless anger in the eyes of the night scene, but there were some pale lips with a vicious smile. He cruelly pressed on Mu Xiaoqi's body: "Let me check if the disability touched you!"

"No! No!" Mu Xiaoqi's body hunched back on the chair. "You let me go!" There's nothing between Moqing and me. I'm... Hmm!"

All her explanations were swallowed up by his hegemonic mouthful, and her lips were gripped by him, and he could not say a word any more.

Mu Xiaoqi...