Mu Anhan didn’t know how Gu Xiaozhan was doing. Was he drunk? Did the Pei Family do anything to him?
"Madam, please get in the car," Lie Huo’s voice came.
He got out of the car, opened the back door, and let Mu Anhan in, "Your car will be driven back by a brother."
"Okay." Mu Anhan got in the car and saw Gu Xiaozhan with his eyes closed, leaning motionless against the seat.
She felt a bit worried and couldn’t help but immediately ask Lie Huo, "How is he?"
Lie Huo naturally spoke up for the boss, "He might have had a few more drinks with His Excellency the President."
Mu Anhan nodded, immediately reaching out to caress Gu Xiaozhan’s handsome face, "Hubby, are you feeling uncomfortable? Hang in there, we’ll be home soon."
Of course, Lie Huo knew the boss wasn’t drunk. He quickly closed the door and stepped a little further away to avoid any happenings that might drag him into trouble.
Mu Anhan truly thought the man was drunk. Besides massaging his head, she also massaged his arm, muttering, "Pei Long is such a bastard! He’s so old, isn’t he afraid of drinking himself to death? How could he make my hubby drink so much..."
Her small hands kept massaging him up and down, already stirring up the man’s desire.
Gu Xiaozhan’s eyes suddenly opened, like a glint in the night, piercing her face.
He looked at the little rascal, busy on him without a conscience.
The next moment, she fell into his embrace, overwhelmed by the flood of kisses.
The taste of alcohol from Gu Xiaozhan lingered between Mu Anhan’s lips, yet it wasn’t unpleasant. On the contrary, she found the hint of alcohol to be fragrant.
His kisses came with a fierce momentum.
He kissed away all her fragmented murmurs into their entwined lips.
Mu Anhan felt like he was a ferocious beast, with an impulse to devour her whole.
His sudden kiss left her breathless, as the air grew increasingly thin.
All she could do was grow softer, like flowing water cuddled into his arms.
She hadn’t yet adjusted to his ferocity, and her eyes were shimmering, misty.
"Why did you come?"
Gu Xiaozhan’s kiss carried a hint of brutality, but his voice, infused with the rich scent of alcohol, was unreasonably gentle, making her already soft body want to melt involuntarily.
Mu Anhan took deep breaths of fresh air; kissing was indeed a physical task, and her stamina could never match his antics. Pity her designed doll, now sleeping in the trash bin.
He didn’t want the gift; instead, he got angry.
This was the reason she appeared in front of him in the middle of the night!
"I missed you, hubby..." Mu Anhan, having caught her breath, spoke tenderly.
Gu Xiaozhan truly hadn’t expected her to come and surprise him. He squeezed her tightly into his arms, mouth dismissive, but actually delighted: "That’s just lip service!"
Mu Anhan immediately retorted, "Haven’t I come right to you? That’s real action!"
"What else?" The moment Gu Xiaozhan saw her, all his anger seemed to dissolve bit by bit.
Mu Anhan lifted her head from his embrace and gave him a spontaneous kiss on the lips. Does this count?
Unexpectedly, even in the dark car, with the passing streetlights outside, she could still see the flames burning in his eyes.