Chapter 1090

Zimo continued to twist her body, struggling hard beneath him, yet she held onto him tightly, refusing to let go.

Mu Lingchuan was somewhat thrown into disarray by her actions as he tried to figure out how to sit up straight.

After much difficulty, he managed to push her away, about to move towards the car door to get out.

But before he could, Zimo had already climbed up on the seat, grabbing his neck once again.

This time, she swung her leg over and straddled him directly.

Not knowing what she wanted to do, she just gazed at his rose-colored lips shimmering before her eyes.

Suddenly, she had an urge to devour them.

No, not devour, she wanted to suck them into her belly.

Thinking thus, she actually did it.

Holding Mu Lingchuan’s face, which could not dodge in time, she leaned down and powerfully sucked on his lips.

Mu Lingchuan’s eyes widened, his hand landing on her waist.

Beneath his palm was her incredibly warm body.

He tried to push her away, but the clumsy kiss, utterly devoid of technique, made his body suddenly flush with heat.

For many years, he had avoided the company of women because he found them to be truly troublesome.

In truth, he and Xiaoyao both considered trouble to be synonymous with women.

He thought he could control his abstinence at will, but unexpectedly Zimo had him pinned down, sucking hard on his lips.

The strength in his pushing hands unconsciously faded away.

He didn’t understand what was happening to him now.

He knew that Zimo was not clear-headed at the moment, and that Miss Ye had drugged her, a potent drug that was now taking effect.

But her madness, her enthusiasm, her domineering manner…

She had kissed him, hugged him, and even ripped open his clothes…

As a normal man, in such a situation, the resistance in his heart had already begun to wane.

Especially since he didn’t actually dislike this little girl Zimo.

During those few moments of hesitation, his shirt had already been completely ripped off by Zimo.

One by one the buttons were torn off, flying off to who knows where.

An expensive shirt, now utterly ruined by her violence.

Mu Lingchuan was a bit stunned; this girl was instinctively kissing his neck and even his chest.

She kissed messily, gnawed without aim, and tore at their clothes without knowing what she really wanted to do.

In the end, she actually tried to pull down his trousers.

But she couldn’t.

She was about to use force again!

Realizing this, Mu Lingchuan immediately reached out and pinned down her hands.

Looking at her, he felt not anger but a slight impulse to laugh.

Was she trying to force herself on him in this state, imposing herself upon him by force?

He, Mr.

Mu Lingchuan of the Mu family, was about to be overpowered by a woman!

“Let go, let me go…”

Zimo’s voice was husky as she continued to wiggle.

Something hard pressed against her, inexplicably frightening her, yet also inexplicably drawing her in.

But someone was holding her hands, leaving her unable to move.

She was so strong, yet she couldn’t move at all, why was this so?

Mu Lingchuan lowered his head to look at her flushed face, at those normally bright eyes which now couldn’t focus.

His voice grew hoarse: “Remember, it’s you who is coercing me, not me taking advantage of you, understand? Little girl!”