Bab 171: Why Not We Head Home, to My Home

Han Zhuoli hugged Lu Man, gradually tightening his grip around her. "With me around, no one will dare to plot against you."

"Mm," Lu Man's voice was muffled. Lu Man buried her face into Han Zhuoli's chest. As she nodded, she rubbed against his chest. Each rub was stroking the flame inside Han Zhuoli, making him burn with a desire to possess her.

In her previous life, she really had no one to rely or depend on, but in this life, she had Han Zhouli, who was spoiling and protecting her to a great extent. In his arms, she felt exceptionally safe.

Xiao Chen looked at their reflections on the rearview mirror. Pitying himself, he silently raised the barrier blocking the back seats.

Lu Man: "…"

If he already knew that there was such a thing, then he should have raised it sooner!

Xiao Chen was quite a masochist too.

Seeing that Xiao Chen could not see anything at all, Han Zhuoli became even more reckless and carefree.