Song Guanchao was startled for a moment, then looked up and met Wu Qiangwei's gaze in the rearview mirror.
Only then did he realize she had been watching him all along.
He instinctively covered his body with his hands, "Secretary, are you spying on me?"
Wu Qiangwei, embarrassed, looked away and did not answer his question, instead saying, "What unhealthy things are you always thinking about in your mind?"
Huh?
Song Guanchao didn't understand at first until he looked down and saw the bulge in his underwear, then he realized what she meant.
"Cough, mainly because you just changed your clothes, Secretary, I..."
"What about me?"
"Nothing."
"Speak!"
"I couldn't help but imagine."
"Imagine what?"
"Secretary, do we really have to talk about it?"
"Speak!"
Wu Qiangwei's heartbeat was fast. She felt both shy and ashamed but still couldn't help wanting to know what exactly Song Guanchao was thinking about her.
