My Billionaire Exhusband Grovels Me After Divorce

Lu Lingche still remained calm, “I can’t get up. It’s quite comfortable like this.”

“I’m not comfortable!”

“Really?”

As Lu Lingche spoke, his hand slipped into her clothes. “Is this more comfortable?”

At their skin’s touch, Qiao Yin froze. She quickly grabbed Lu Lingche’s hand, “Don’t mess around. We… we’re already divorced!”

“You only have this one line to repeat. Qiao Yin, do you think I’m a good man who would be bound by a marriage paper?”

No one knew better than Qiao Yin that he was not a good man!

Indeed, as he had said, he would not be bound by marriage paper, and without it, he had even less restraint.

He could do anything. He had already proven it to her.

Qiao Yin was in a panic, trying to push him away forcefully, but due to the disparity in strength, she couldn’t budge him.

Compared to her panic, Lu Lingche was composed. He even gently removed Qiao Yin’s coat, “Aren’t you hot? You’re wearing so much.”

“I’m not hot, I’m very cold! Don’t touch my clothes!”

“Cold? Holding tightly like this, you won’t be cold.”

Lu Lingche had been afraid of making her uncomfortable with his weight, and had been supporting himself on an arm. Now, he stopped, and pressed down on her directly.

Then, he lowered his head and kissed her.

Her lips were soft and carried a hint of the wine’s aroma, driving him to taste them uncontrollably.

Qiao Yin had no place to hide, forced to endure his kiss.

His breath overwhelmed her. His forceful dominance of the air was too much for her to resist.

The temperature in the car shot up dramatically. With a hot face and a pounding heart, Qiao Yin whimpered in protest.

Unfortunately, her protests had no effect on Lu Lingche. The deeper he kissed, the heavier he breathed.

With their bodies pressed close together, Qiao Yin could feel the changes in his body.

She knew what that signified.

She bit Lu Lingche, and took advantage of his momentary pause to hurriedly say, “Lu Lingche, no, this isn’t right!”

With a trace of blood at the corner of his lips, and an incomparably deep gaze, Lu Lingche asked, “You don’t want it?”

“No!”

“You’re lying to me, you want it.”

Lu Lingche’s voice was low, “In this regard, you can’t lie to me. I understand your body better than you.”

Having said that, he began to kiss Qiao Yin again.

After a while, he suddenly asked, “Still claim that we’re not close? How close are we?”

It took Qiao Yin awhile to react, she had said she was not close to him when she was talking to Gu Jing.

With a sob in her voice, she responded, “Close, too close, the closest! Are you satisfied now?”

“That sounds more like it.”

“So can you let me go now?”

“No, I’ve been holding back for a long time.”

“But we’re not in a relationship anymore, you can’t do this to me! What if I get pregnant again, what then?”

Lu Lingche paused, in this situation, she indeed was not suitable to be pregnant.

Though he could marry her, outsiders didn’t know the inside story. Public opinion might crush her.

He bent down and softly kissed her reddened lips, “I won’t let you go through that again.”

Having said that, he sat up with her and then patiently tidied her hair and clothes.

Qiao Yin was somewhat disbelieving that he dropped it just like that when he had already been good to go.

“You….”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“What do you want to say?”

“Oh, where’s my necklace?”

“Still thinking about your necklace? I threw it away!”

Qiao Yin guessed that he must have thrown it into the car since the car window had not been opened. And she had already searched him thoroughly.

Wisely, she didn’t ask anymore. She simply sat obediently letting Lu Lingche button her cardigan, even when he buttoned it wrongly, she pretended not to notice.