Meng Fu's brain, which had always been showing off to the netizens, suddenly exploded, and his mind went blank.
Her other hand, which was not holding the phone, was squeezed between su Cheng's fingers. Meng Fu's palm was soft and delicate because he had not done anything in the past two years. Su Cheng's palm, on the other hand, had calluses, and there were calluses between his fingers.
His left hand was still tightly wrapped around her waist, and his right hand slipped between her fingers, pressing her fingers against the back of the chair. His entire aura was wrapped in a domineering smell.
The narrow space in the car was hot and ambiguous because the air conditioner was on.
