The temperature in the room quickly rose, as the kiss between the two became somewhat suggestive.
Qiao Mo, who was originally doing her makeup in front of the dressing mirror, couldn't help but put her hand on her forehead as she saw this scene reflected from the Qiao family...
They were both troublesome individuals, and she had no desire to interrupt.
But occasionally taking a glance in the mirror, it really... made one blush.
The kiss grew increasingly lingering, yet just as Yan Yiheng was getting lost in it, Xie Qinghuan suddenly raised her knee, and unceremoniously aimed a kick at his crotch.
The man seemingly unprepared, however, remained mindful. In the next moment, he swiftly blocked her leg with his large hand.
He opened his eyes, intending to show a teasing smile.
The next moment, a man's muffled groan echoed in the room.
Xie Qinghuan's other foot, with her high heel, dug the sharp heel steadily into Yan Yiheng's shiny leather shoe.
