Before answering her question, Lin Zhenghui first pulled the electric bike to the side of the road and let her drive.
"You were driving just fine, so why let me drive?" Caiting asked the young boss.
"You drive, just do it!" Lin Zhenghui moved to the back.
Soon, Caiting knew why he wanted her to drive the electric bike.
Turns out this guy had some mischief in mind.
Once he sat behind her, he lifted up her top and unhooked the little steel clasp of her bra from behind.
Then, his hands instantly roamed to the front, where his two large palms replaced her bra cups, tightly cradling the two soft, supple peaks.
His fingers played with the vibrant red buds atop the snowy summits, lightly drawing circles on them and gently, yet firmly, pinching...
"This kind of life, only fools would go on to inherit some billion-dollar fortune." Lin Zhenghui's fingers began to knead, treating them as if they were dough.
