The car interior is quite spacious, but still a bit cramped for a man and a woman fighting.
Lu Hualiang lay in the backseat, watching the woman scratching and pulling at him, his breathing a bit heavy.
"Honey, let me…"
His hand reached towards Xia Weibao's waist, trying to turn her over, intending to switch from passive to active.
Unexpectedly, Xia Weibao slapped his hand away with a pop.
Seemingly dissatisfied with his lack of cooperation, she glared at him fiercely.
However, she was no longer conscious, her rationality controlled by the drug, so this glare lacked momentum, instead appearing boundless with allure, infinitely shy.
Seeing this made Lu Hualiang's heart flutter.
Xia Weibao rashly tore open his clothes, then reached for the belt.
But she was too weak now, unable to undo it no matter how hard she tried.
So, she retreated a little, leaned forward, grabbed the belt buckle, and started tearing at it with her teeth.
Lu Hualiang, "..."
