```
Huo Zhenyang fastened his shirt buttons, rolled down his sleeves, then straightened up and tidied both their clothes.
His gaze shifted to the petite woman beside him, the heat in his eyes that had just subsided flared up again.
In the rear seat sofa.
Jiayi was lying quietly, her jet-black hair cascading down like a waterfall, coiling on her snow-white jade back, her delicate slim waist seemed as if it would break upon a pinch, her pert and full buttocks resembled a small hill.
Jiayi's figure was petite and exquisite, her skeleton slender and appealing, yet her flesh was ample, not skeletal, not the kind of tall model-esque body, but one that could drive one to obsession.
At the moment, out of embarrassment and fatigue, the little one's jade back trembled slightly, adding an extra touch of vulnerability.
Seeing her motionless for a long time, too lazy to even glance at him, Huo Zhenyang's eyes narrowed, his anger that had subsided was now turning sour again.
