"I don't like the way those men look at you."

Qin Muye tightened his grip, pressed his face against the back of her neck, and greedily inhaled the fragrance from her body.

"Don't you want to marry me?"

Of course Song Kexia really wanted to marry him.

She placed her hand on the back of his hand, inserted her fingers between his, and interlocked theirs.

She could feel Qin Muye's body becoming tense, his breath a little heavy, sweeping across her neck and shoulders, so hot that her skin was almost burning.

Suddenly, she felt her fingertips being gently stroked. There were some thin calluses on his hands, and Song Kexia trembled when he stroked her.

There was a warm touch behind my ear, it was a kiss.

The kiss fell from the ear to the cheek. Song Kexia turned her head to look at him, and he lowered his head and kissed her.

He hugged her tightly and kissed her, as if he wanted to embed her into his body.

Being hugged and kissed by him from behind was a bit strenuous. After a while, Song Kexia felt a little tired. She took advantage of the gap to catch her breath and patted him, "No more kissing..."

Qin Muye also felt a little uncomfortable, so he turned her around and his kiss followed, this time much more gently.

His kissing skills have improved a lot. Song Kexia felt very comfortable being kissed by him and couldn't help but indulge in it.

Her arms climbed up Qin Muye's shoulders and she slowly responded to him, which undoubtedly encouraged Qin Muye. His kiss slowly moved down her neck.

Song Kexia looked at the wide-open door and turned her head away. "No, it's broad daylight... someone might see us..."

Qin Muye paused, and as long as no one saw him, she would do whatever he said.

Isn’t this easy to do?