The black Range Rover slowly drove out of the estate.
In the passenger seat.
Han Yao sat there, crossing her legs in a carefree manner. Her short dress, which only reached mid-thigh, slid up even higher due to her movements,
almost to the very base of her milky-white thighs.
The seat belt slid between her breasts, accentuating their already full curves into an even more astonishing arc.
Han Yao's delicate body deliberately leaned towards the driver's side.
The squeezed-together white powder of her skin flashed a large expanse, strikingly enticing.
However, Tang Feng, sitting at the wheel, seemed oblivious to the scene, simply driving on his own.
Tang Feng's disregard ignited in Han Yao an even stronger desire to possess.
This woman, who'd been competing with Han Meng since childhood, felt that familiar sense of defeat and helplessness with Tang Feng.
Hmph.
I just can't believe, Han Meng really bewitched you to the point where you'd remain chaste just for her.
