The silent SUV gradually moved further away, leaving Deng Yuan with a shattered heart scattered on the ground.
"What's going on with senior Deng Yuan, cursing in front of the goddess? Doesn't he care about his image?"
Lu Jincheng drove with one hand, while his other hand still wandered over the thigh of the passenger seat, asking casually.
The feeling of polka dot stockings was delicate and smooth, with particles embellished in the middle, clear and soft.
"Hahaha, who knows what's with him, he's so emotionally unstable, getting angry at the drop of a hat, really disappointing."
Mou Keyan giggled, her delicate cherry lips curling into an arc.
For his convenience, the senior sister had adjusted her seat a bit backward, slipped off her black leather shoes, and crossed her shapely legs on the right side of the center console, one above the other.
"Hey, was he angry even before I touched you?"
