"Did I make you laugh so ugly?" Beitang Yao chuckled, glanced at her and couldn't help reaching out to press his hand on her head, pulling her into his embrace. He leaned over, sealing her soft lips, gently teasing them.
She widened her eyes in disbelief, looking at the man in front of her who had his eyes closed but was still driving. Her heart pounded wildly, "Young Master Yao! The car!"
How could he multitask like this? What if they crashed!
Yet Beitang Yao ignored her, instead kissed her more dominantly, as if punishing her for not being focused, "I'm very familiar with this place, just enjoy the pleasure!"
Enjoy? Pleasure? What kind of enjoyment is this? Just as she was about to turn her face to see if they would actually crash, Beitang Yao firmly pressed her forehead, not giving her a chance to get distracted, "Don't move, do you want me to stop here?"
