Qu Jing was indeed seductive in her outfit, whether it was her beautiful legs wrapped in flesh-toned stockings or the low-cut top that partially revealed her chest, but most importantly, her eyes never left Zhou Yuwen. That desirous look was so intense that even Zhou Yuwen felt defeated when he met her gaze.
Her silk-stockinged legs were constantly twisting and turning on the passenger side.
Zhou Yuwen, still maintaining a calm demeanor, started the car and tried to lighten the mood with a smile, "Aren't you cold dressed like that?"
The weather was such that very few people were still showing their legs, even with stockings, one would definitely feel cold. Qu Jing lowered her head, her voice carried a coy undertone, an involuntary coyness, much like a female cat in heat often calling to a tomcat on the rooftops at night, ingrained in her genetics. Her voice was soft and frail, "I was afraid, afraid you might be in a hurry waiting for me, and forgot to change clothes."
