The skirt acting as a belt, the girl with her hair tied up suddenly retracted the lazy softness of her body without realizing it, and her brows and eyes conveyed a sort of intense, stunning vibe.
Young Master Lei whistled.
"Get in the car."
*
Bending down, she got into the car.
Ming Ge adjusted the seat, her slender silhouette upright. She turned the key, hearing the clear sound of the engine, and placed both hands on the steering wheel.
This race car, having been modified, had its performance more than doubled.
She was very pleased.
Clutching the steering wheel tight, Ming Ge stared straight ahead, her hair perfectly contained without a strand out of place, her small face framed to reveal a clean and striking beauty.
At the starting line of the race track, marked with black and white, a tall, curvaceous, and beautiful model waved two small flags in her hands.
Cheers rose all around.
