Wei Anning was pressed down on the genuine leather seat, her heart pounding wildly. They were still in the car, and this man couldn't even pick a proper place to become amorous — the driver and the butler were right in front, for heaven's sake.
She pushed against his searing chest, frustratedly saying, "Hey, we're still in the car, don't mess around."
Leng Youchen stretched out his hand, raising the separation panel, and suddenly the rear space became private. He smiled at her flushed cheeks, "Now it's just the two of us. Have you thought of how to please me?"
Being pinned down by him, with his chest vibrating as he spoke, it sent tingles straight to her heart, "You're so heavy, you're crushing me, get up."
Their bodies pressed together tightly, and upon her struggle, she could clearly feel his stimulated reaction, hard against her thigh. She stiffened, daring not to move.
She stared at him in disbelief, "Leng Youchen, you..."
