Di Mingzhe revealed a smile and then asked, "So, do you love ?"
"Love, much love," Di Xiaxia nodded without hesitation to admit.
"I love you very much, so very much," Di Mingzhe said in a deep voice, then he lifted his incredibly handso face, "Now you kiss ."
He gave off the impression that he was waiting to be indulged, making Di Xiaxia unable to help but laugh, nodding her head and planting a kiss on his face.
"Not enough," Di Mingzhe frowned, shaking his head, "Far from enough."
Di Xiaxia kissed him again, this ti on the lips.
"Still not enough," Di Mingzhe complained like a child, "I want a deep one."
Di Xiaxia: "..."
This guy’s really drunk out of his mind, huh.
Alright, a deep one it is then—Di Xiaxia didn’t beat about the bush and kissed him directly on the lips, deeply kissing him.
After all, the back and front of his Lincoln car were two separate compartnts, so it didn’t matter how they ssed about in the car, no worries about anyone seeing.
Di Mingzhe relished the fragrant kiss, like a greedy child, kissing deeply, intensely, and very passionately.
As they kissed, his eyes grew even more intoxicating, and even his forehead started to break out in a thin layer of sweat.
He opened his eyes and, like a kitten, caressed her varied lips, and with a seemingly coquettish tone said, "Wifey, I want—"
Speaking, he started to get handsy, and just right, Di Xiaxia was only wearing a suit jacket, just one, ahem.
And she wasn’t wearing a bra, just a small tube top.
"Bro, stop ssing around," Di Xiaxia said, embarrassed as she quickly grabbed his hand. Knowing he was drunk, she didn’t hold it against him and spoke softly, "We’re still in the car, let’s go ho first, talk about it at ho."
"I don’t want to," Di Mingzhe refused, stubborn as a petulant child.
Then he continued to fumble around.
Di Xiaxia couldn’t help but get angry, "Di Mingzhe, stop it now."
Damn it, what’s with this behavior in the car?
Could it really be that they would continue... while the car was moving, in the back?
It was just too embarrassing.
When she yelled like that, Di Mingzhe actually stopped, but he looked a bit wronged, gazing at her with a pleading look, "You’re being an to ."
Di Xiaxia: "..."
So this is what getting tipsy and acting all cutesy and clingy is about.
But acting cutesy and clingy won’t work either.
Who gets this impatient in a car, anyway? At any rate, she was not going to go along with this.
"So I’m being an to you, so what?" Di Xiaxia toughened up, "I’m telling you, just sit tight and behave, we’ll talk at ho, and if you keep touching , I’m going to get angry."
"Wifey, you don’t love ," Di Mingzhe looked at her sorrowfully and with a touch of grievance in his deep eyes.
The instant exchange made Di Xiaxia feel defeated, and she had no choice but to comfort him, "Love love love, but you have to be good, the best kind of good, or else I really won’t love you anymore."
Di Mingzhe didn’t speak but obediently nodded, leaning on her and closing his eyes.
As they entered the Presidential Residence, Di Mingzhe’s drunkenness faded a bit.
That’s how he was—after having too much to drink, he would get drunk very quickly, but in just a short while, not even half an hour, he would sober up.
The sobering him was montarily puzzled, suddenly recalling what he had said and done in the car before.
This...
All of a sudden, he felt incredibly awkward; probably there was no place left to hide his face.
Too embarrassing, too embarrassing, so embarrassing that he didn’t know what to say anymore.
The car ca to a stop, apparently arriving at the entrance of the main hall.
The security ca to knock on the car door.
"We’re ho," Di Xiaxia told Di Mingzhe.
"Hmm," Di Mingzhe nodded, rubbing his forehead and his tone returned to its usual steadiness and serenity, "Let’s get out."
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