Where's Lin Zhenghui?
He didn't know Xue'er's sports car cost 110 million yuan.
He just knew it was already 8 o'clock in the evening, and the small rural road was shrouded in darkness, with very few vehicles on the road.
So, Lin Zhenghui's "pig hands" started to misbehave.
Lin Wan'er was driving the electric bike slowly because Lin Zhenghui's hands were groping her "small melons."
She wasn't wearing a bra inside, and the tight, thin knitted dress she wore made it feel for him as if there was no barrier to his touch.
Lin Zhenghui's hands kneaded them in such a way that it felt as though she wasn't wearing any clothes at all.
"You had fun tonight, didn't you? You nearly made that guy's face turn green with anger," Lin Wan'er said as she looked at Lin Zhenghui's self-satisfied face overcoming Jiang Jincheng.
"What's this?" Lin Zhenghui reached into her neckline, pulled out a small soft rubber cup.
