As he spoke, Quan Ying leaned in and kissed An Xiaoni’s lips again and again, lingeringly.
"Ah, we’re going to be late!" An Xiaoni suddenly cried out. The man, fully immersed in the moment and just about to slip his tongue past her lips, was startled by her outburst and froze.
She scrambled to reach for the car door and pushed it open.
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