tilted her head against the seat, and her body slowly leaned towards Fu Mochen's direction. 。Then, a weight settled on Fu Mochen's shoulder, and light breaths brushed against his ear. 。His long fing..."Lin Jinran stood perfectly still, she didn't want to move, but would he let her go"Even if I don't want to, I have to endure it!"Fu Mo's voice was cold, his thin lips biting on her sensitive earlobe....