"It all depends on how you perform. If I'm in a good mood, perhaps I might reward you once," she said.
After speaking, Su Fan pulled the car door open and stepped out, just as a taxi passed by. She flagged it down and left.
"This naughty boy, making me all dirty," she muttered.
"And he keeps me hanging on purpose, the bastard."
Wu Miao looked down at the dew on the watermelon, her eyes full of desire.
"No, this won't do. I have to take care of it, or I'll be in agony," she murmured.
Her gaze landed on the gearstick.
Even though her car had an automatic transmission, it still had a gear lever.
She took a condom out of the glove compartment.
Soon, the car began to rock again.
A few minutes later, the car calmed down.
"It's still nothing compared to Su Fan's Divine Artifact. I, I must find a way to have a proper go with Su Fan," Wu Miao thought to herself, her eyes gleaming with greed.
...
At ten twenty, Su Fan returned to Bai Man's place.
