Chapter 1175: Chapter 1175: Are You Going to ss with Outside? Chapter 1175: Chapter 1175: Are You Going to ss with Outside? Qiao Yin realized only when Lu Lingche hoisted her into the car that he hadn’t brought his assistant tonight and had co by himself!
His body still contained a large amount of stimulant drugs, and although she forced so of it out, the remainder was still enough trouble for him!
Seeing Lu Lingche sit in the driver’s seat, Qiao Yin hastily crawled up from the back seat, grabbed his clothes to stop him from driving, “Lu Lingche, have you lost your mind? How can you drive in this state? I might not care about my life, but I do!”
Lu Lingche turned around, held Qiao Yin’s head, and kissed her in one fluid motion.
He kissed her quite fiercely and only after a while did he let go of Qiao Yin, his voice hoarse, “Behave, baby, sit in the back. I’ll kiss you again when we get ho.”
“Lunatic!”
Qiao Yin was utterly infuriated by him; it was clearly he who had forcefully kissed her, yet he spoke as if she had begged him for a kiss!
“Lu Lingche, you can’t drive now! If you want to go, go by yourself. Unlock the car door, I’m getting out!”
“Don’t worry, I can still drive, I’m very alert. Didn’t I co to pick you up safely? I will take you ho safely later.”
After saying that, Lu Lingche started the car and drove away.
Qiao Yin watched the road with trepidation but, after a while, she found that Lu Lingche was indeed driving very steadily!
Who would have thought, he still had such strong self-control, suppressing the drugs so well that he drove even steadier than she did. Was he even human?
However, after they reached his villa, Qiao Yin quickly got her answer; he was not human at all!
He actually pulled her out of the car, then pressed her against the car door and kissed her, stripping off her clothes while doing so!
Qiao Yin shivered from the cold, livid, she bit his lip hard, and then scolded Lu Lingche, “Are you sick? It’s so cold, do you have to tornt outside? Can’t we go ho to continue…?”
Lu Lingche struggled to lift his head from her, his eyes filled with deep affection, “Baby, are you cold?”
Qiao Yin, through her shirt, touched his burning body and finally understood; under the influence of the drug, he no longer felt the cold.
She resignedly hugged him, “It’s cold, not outside.”
Lu Lingche, embraced by her initiative, nearly lost all his reason, but as he now truly cherished her, he heeded her complaint about the cold and carried her into the living room.
With no lights on in the house, Lu Lingche used the moonlight to place Qiao Yin on the sofa, then leaned over her.
She slled good and was soft and cool to the touch, making him hum with comfort as he held her.
After kissing her countless tis, she reflexively kissed him back.
He was ecstatic and without any reservations, tore off the pieces of fabric that were in the way.
The moonlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows cast upon their intertwined silhouettes, painting an endlessly tender scene of intimacy.
After an indeterminate amount of ti, tranquility returned to the living room. Qiao Yin lay panting heavily against Lu Lingche’s chest; he had been too vigorous, and she had been unable to withstand it.
She felt a bit sore, and looking up, intended to scold him, but before she could speak, he tilted his head and sealed her mouth with his.
This ti, his kiss was finally gentler, not as desperate as before, as if he’d been thirsty in the desert for three days and wanted to swallow her whole.
After the kiss, Lu Lingche finally got up, poured two glasses of water, one for Qiao Yin and one for himself.
Qiao Yin sipped her water while she grabbed a blanket from the sofa to cover herself, admiring Lu Lingche in the moonlight.
His body, chiseled without an ounce of excess fat, had straight and long legs and a firm waist and abdon; he was like a perfect sculpture coupled with a handso face, utterly bewitching.
After Lu Lingche had drunk his water, he noticed Qiao Yin gazing at him. A smirk appeared on his lips as he moved to embrace her, “Do you like ?”
Qiao Yin shook her head, “No, I don’t.”
“You don’t like yet you keep staring?”
“I also stare at my phone often, does that an I like my phone?”
Lu Lingche chuckled, carrying her upstairs, “You do have a way with examples, but I still think you’re lying to .”
Qiao Yin muttered, “Narcissist.”
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