Chapter 771: Inseparable

Kuang Ye has tasted the sweetness of it and can't stand the temptation this time.

His chest was hot and burning, and he couldn't find an outlet to vent his feelings. He could only hug Yin Mujia tightly, and his lips deepened again and again.

Outside the car window, the night is quiet, with only the faint sound of bustling traffic and voices in the distant alley, but all of that seems to have become a vague background sound or an intoxicating accompaniment, as if everything is only to set off the intense and fluctuating main melody in the car.

The buttons of Yin Mujia's windbreaker had been unbuttoned again at some point, and Kuang Ye's hands had become familiar with her body.

Both of them were a little breathless. The car was turned off and the air conditioning was not on. Kuang Ye's T-shirt was soaked with sweat in a short time. Yin Mujia was also wet under his windbreaker.

Yin Mujia wanted to take off her windbreaker, and Kuang Ye almost lost control. He held her hand and said in an unbearable voice, "Don't take it off."

“It’s so hot.”

Yin Mujia's voice was tender and soft, and the soft heat seemed to penetrate directly into Kuang Ye's blood vessels, making him feel numb all the way to the top of his head.

The old housekeeper ran to the door of the old house and looked two or three times. The red Porsche had been parked in front for a long time, but no one in the car got out.

The old butler was not a nosy person. He did not report to the people inside, but just quietly observed the movements around the car.

The temperature in the car remained high. If they stayed there any longer, they would definitely get heatstroke.

At a certain moment, Kuang Ye felt a burning sensation in his throat, groaned, and then let out a long sigh.

Just as Yin Mujia was about to turn away, he held her down again. His eyes were bloodshot, and his gaze was so hot that he wanted to melt her. He kissed her again, and a voice came out of his throat, "Yin Mujia, I love you to death."

Yin Mujia also had a dazed look on his face. He hadn't recovered yet and his body was too weak to stand.

Kuang Ye took care of it himself briefly, then helped Yin Mujia button up her clothes. Both of them were groggy and couldn't remember how many times he had buttoned her clothes...

After both of them had packed up, Kuang Ye lowered the car window to let the not-so-cool wind from outside blow in.

He unscrewed a bottle of mineral water, put it to her lips, and then took a few gulps himself.

Yin Muga glanced at the time and realized that the two of them had been in the car for more than half an hour without realizing it.

"I don't want to go home. I don't want to be separated from you."

Yin Muga held his big hand tightly and refused to let go.

Kuang Ye used his other hand to wipe her sweat with a tissue and simply straightened her hair that he had messed up. His expression gradually regained its composure. "Let's go in together."

Yin Muga was carried out of the car by Kuang Ye again.

Yin Muga refused to let Kuang Ye carry her into the old house, after all, it was too blatant.

The two of them tugged and tugged as they entered the old house. The old housekeeper, who had seen through everything, came up to greet them with a smile, "Are you back? Come in quickly."

Kuang Ye grinned and called out affectionately, "Uncle Wei," then asked, "Is Brother Dong at home?"

The old housekeeper smiled meaningfully and replied, "Yes, they are all here, but the old man and the old lady have gone to bed."

"Okay."

Kuang Ye felt a little relieved.

Yin Mujia took his hand and strode into the main hall.

Kuang Ye whispered to her from behind, "Slow down and don't take such big steps."

He was always worried that she was in pain, after all, she had just seen blood.

While the two were talking, the door to the main hall opened. They both looked up at the same time, and Yin Dong's figure appeared in front of them.

Kuang Ye forced a smile as if he had seen the King of Hell, and handed over the thing in his hand: "Brother Dong, roast goose."