C252 Every Time It's like a War

For the rest of the time, Xiang Nuan could not even maintain her last bit of rationality.

Bokuya pressed her face against his chest, making her moan uncontrollably. There was only a tiny cracking sound.

The space in the car was sealed. This sound, along with his body, seemed to be played through the stereo. It echoed in his ears. It was embarrassing, but also indescribable