"Mr. Yan, I'm not interested in drinking. If there's nothing else, we should go first," Qiao Mo said, feigning calmness.
As Qiao Mo's body reclined a bit, Yan Jiu leaned in again, with both hands propped by her ears, his whole body half-hovering, encircling her beneath him.
Qiao Mo became increasingly tense—this is a school!
If someone were to peer through the car window, they would probably think they were up to something inappropriate...
Qiao Mo's heartbeat sped up, as Yan Yiheng lightly lifted her chin with one hand, his beautiful eyes wandering up and down her body, scrutinizing her carefully.
"Fair-skinned, beautiful, a slender waist, a charming figure, tsk, truly a stunner..."
Yan Jiu seriously examined the woman beneath him, as if appraising some merchandise, extremely attentive.
Qiao Mo's small face flushed bright red: "Mr. Yan, please respect yourself."
At this moment, she truly began to doubt whether Yan Jiu was really sent by Fu Nancheng to pick her up.
