Sitting in the passenger seat, Qin Muchuan was always lazy and yawned from time to time.
While driving, Lin Xiangwan started to regret it, anxiously asking, "Are you tired? Why don't we go back and rest?"
Qin Muchuan moved his body and sat up straight, stating energetically, "I'm not tired, I'm just relaxed. Just let me relax a bit!"
Lin Xiangwan rolled her eyes at him, retorting stubbornly, "Even if you admit you're tired, I won't ridicule or look down on you. Not just anyone can keep up after eight times. I'm quite satisfied with your performance!"
"Haha..." Qin Muchuan laughed, then turned to her. "What a rare praise from you!"
Lin Xiangwan didn't pay him any attention; he was always so frivolous.
Although what he said seemed serious, his expression was full of mischief.
Qin Muchuan's large hand slowly landed on her body.
Lin Xiangwan felt the hem of her skirt being lifted.
