Shift gears?
How did his hand end up on her thigh, Lan Kexin's face blushed as she looked at Ning Fan.
"You're touching me?!"
Lan Kexin exclaimed like a startled little rabbit.
Realizing she was a traditional girl, Ning Fan quickly gave an awkward smile and explained, "Uh... hehe, you've misunderstood. I just saw a damn mosquito creeping on your thigh, so I smacked it!"
Ning Fan said it with a righteous face, without a hint of blush or skip of a heartbeat.
Lan Kexin: "..."
"Buckle up, let the old driver show you what real driving skills are!"
Ning Fan's gaze hardened, and his aura changed drastically, as if he was driving not a sedan, but a race car!
The car under them seemed to sense Ning Fan's mood and even started buzzing.
"Stop playing, you'll ruin the engine!"
Lan Kexin looked at Ning Fan with eyes on the verge of tears. This was not a race car, and they were not going to a racetrack for a race.
