"Ah, Qingdie, you're driving, how could I touch you, let's not do this, okay? If I touch you and it disturbs your mood, causing a traffic accident, that wouldn't be good..."
Lin Fei said sheepishly.
"Haha, true, don't touch me now. If you get me in the mood and it affects my driving..."
Qingdie chuckled.
After a while, they reached a traffic light where Qingdie had to stop and wait for the sixty-second red light.
"You little troublemaker, you can touch me now!"
Qingdie turned to look at Lin Fei, blinking and smiling.
"Here I come!"
Lin Fei was unceremonious, immediately leaning over, sliding his hands past Qingdie's clothing and trousers, firmly grabbing a mountainous and full elastic mound, then started to gently knead it into different shapes, eventually pinching the little grape on top.
