Gong Shaoming glanced at the anxious An Moran coldly, pursed his lips and said nothing, but the speed of the car did not slow down at all.
"Gong Shaoming, I said stop the car!"
She had not dared to yell in front of him for a long time. After he returned to the Gong family, Gong Shaoming seemed to have changed. He was domineering, strong, cold and bloodthirsty. Even An Moran was afraid of him and did not dare to offend him at all. Anger at him.
An Moran glanced at Gong Shaoming, who didn't listen to her words at all, and then looked at the wound that was bleeding faster and faster. He gritted his teeth and reached out to unlock the car door.
"If you don't stop, I will jump out of the car!"
"Shua——"
A harsh brake sound echoed throughout the road.
Gong Shaoming let go of the steering wheel at lightning speed, reached out to close the car door that An Moran had opened, pressed the master door lock, and roared loudly, "An Moran, you are sick. If you want to die, you can tell me directly. I One shot will help you, no need to go to such trouble!"
An Moran was so frightened by his violent anger that his face turned pale, but his heart began to beat erratically...
He actually stopped...
She thought he would give her a cold look, and then tell her to jump down if you can, and don't threaten him with death. He is not afraid.
But he actually stopped the car, so quickly and so flustered...
"Shaoming..." An Moran bit her lip and shouted. This was the first time since he resumed his status as the second young master of the Gong family that she didn't call him by his first name.
The surname Gong seemed to remind him and himself that he and she were no longer in the same world...
But Gong Shaoming was still familiar with everything about her and was still worried about her safety. An Moran's dead heart started beating again.
"..." Gong Shaoming's handsome face tightened, and he sat stiffly on the driver's seat.
The sharp lines of his profile are smooth, but his sword-shaped eyebrows are deeply twisted. Under the high bridge of his nose, his cold lips are slightly pursed. His gentle and handsome temperament is completely ruined by the cold and cruel look in his eyes.
The aura of Yin Zhi has been lingering faintly around me...
Hearing An Moran's voice, he slowly turned his head.
His deep eyes were always looking at her beautiful face, with a hint of inquiry.
For a while, neither of them spoke, they just looked at each other quietly, as if time had stopped at this moment.
If blood hadn't dripped from the wound on Gong Shaoming's hand, I'm afraid this warmth would have continued...
An Moran caught a glimpse of the wound on his hand that had begun to drip with large drops of blood. He anxiously looked away and wanted to reach for the tissue on the back seat.
As soon as his hand moved, Gong Shaoming crossed his body and reached the passenger seat. His broad palm firmly controlled the back of her head, and his cold lips sealed her mouth.
Penetrating deeply and shallowly, with a different touch than the pure plundering in the past, he traced the beautiful shape of her lips inch by inch.
"Hmm..."
An Moran wanted to struggle, but was afraid of damaging the wound on his arm, so he restrained his resistance and allowed him to take whatever he wanted.
I don't know how long they kissed, but An Moran's consciousness began to peel off due to lack of oxygen. Gong Shaoming was still wreaking havoc between her lips and teeth, and his spiritual tongue flexibly carried her lilac down together...
"An Moran, don't look at me like that, I can't help it."
Just when An Moran thought she was going to drown in a kiss, Gong Shaoming suddenly let go of her and left such an ambiguous sentence.
