He still rubbed against the back of my neck as usual, forcefully pushing aside the hair on the back of my head until my skin was exposed, and then buried the tip of his nose deep into the back of my neck.

I could clearly hear the sounds of him sucking and sniffing, and gradually a warm, wet sensation came from the back of my neck.

I

There was no particular physiological reaction.

I took out my thermos and drank some warm goji berry and red date water.

"cough--"

The man behind me seemed very dissatisfied with my reaction, and suddenly covered my right breast, causing me to choke on water.

“You’ve grown up compared to two years ago…” Fu Yanshen tilted his head to my neck and shoulder, playing with my earlobe, his voice hoarse and magnetic.

As I looked down, the car's interior light revealed long, white fingers covered in wine-red velvet, their knuckles working hard. Her half-naked breasts trembled slightly, their tender flesh creating dazzling waves.

The ambiguous imagery was visually striking, and my throat felt slightly dry.

"It feels even better."

Then I heard him say something else, and suddenly he turned my face around, showering me with kisses once more.

I closed my eyes, neither resisting nor responding, remaining indifferent.

He was even thinking about how to find evidence to clear the name of the artist Shen Hanxing.

He was sometimes violent and sometimes tender, but in the end he released me in defeat, turned me around, and made me face him.

The man's eyes were bloodshot, his gaze filled with anger, as if he wanted to strangle me.

I looked at him indifferently, not taking him seriously at all.

It's like watching a ferocious lion kept in a zoo.

Seeing that I was completely unyielding, Fu Yanshen seemed to have no way to persuade me.

I took another sip of warm water in front of him.

"Are you still angry with me? That night..." He cupped my cheek with one hand, his gaze fixed on me, as if trying to see right through me.