Wu Yao quickly locked the car window.
The beautiful scene in front of her was inevitably reflected in the depths of his eyes.
Bei Yiyi felt terribly uncomfortable, scratching at her chest, which she had already reddened with several marks.
It must be said that Bei Yiyi's figure was the kind that looked slim in clothes but with flesh on her body. And the flesh grew in the right places, no excess where it should be slim. Where it was necessary, it was just right.
Wu Yao's breathing grew heavier, his eyes darkening and intensifying.
He suppressed the impulse in his heart, withdrew his gaze without looking any further, took the blanket, and covered her body with it again.
Previously, the situation was special, and before getting in the car, Wu Yao hadn't had the time to fasten Bei Yiyi's seatbelt.
This time, he leaned to the side to buckle her in, to prevent her from moving around and causing any danger.
