If someone were lying on the floor of the car show right now and happened to glance up Zhao Qian's skirt, they would surely see that Zhao Qian's pristine white underwear had gotten wet.
"Sister...hmm, this...this is...is what you sent me...naughty sister!"
Crossing her legs, Zhao Qian couldn't help but let out a low moan.
This wasn't the first time Zhao Qian had seen the place where Zhao Na urinated.
However, it was the first time Zhao Na had voluntarily sent such an explicit photo to Zhao Qian.
And it did not stop there.
Suddenly, Zhao Qian figured that maybe at this very moment, Zhao Na might be pinned under a man with a big "thing," and her sister was moaning and babbling nonsense.
The mere thought of this suddenly made Zhao Qian feel overwhelmed.
She leaned against a luxury car, and then she used WeChat to send several messages to Zhao Na: "Sister, what are you doing right now?"
"Are you being pinned down by a man? Does it feel good?"
"Dare you do a live show for me?"
