After Gong Shaofan finished speaking, he took Min Yue's soft, boneless little hand and wrapped it around his strong waist.
Min Yue's body stiffened, feeling his hand's movements, yet she didn't dare to resist.
Maybe it was some kind of irrational courage that suddenly came to her as she retorted sarcastically, "What if I ask you to treat me as your wife? Could you do that? Do you dare?"
As soon as these words left her mouth, she knew she had acted impulsively.
Asking such questions would have no outcome.
Not to mention that Gong Shaofan would never marry her. Even if he dared, she knew her own worth.
Gong Shaofan didn't exhibit any anger. Instead, he put more strength into his grasp, pulling her even closer.
He trailed kisses along her lips, and Min Yue almost lost control over the gates of her throat.
He softly said, "Of course."
However, before Min Yue could react, she suddenly found the backseat of the car laid flat, and she was sprawled out on it.
