"Chen Xin, slow down, no rush."
Chen Xin quickly acknowledged and reduced the speed of the car. Although he had no experience with romance, he understood a little bit of a man's cunning—extending the time together even by a moment if possible.
Can it really be comfortable resting on your lap like that?
It actually seems not bad. I should try dating too.
Chen Xin glanced through the rearview mirror, then frowned and shook his head.
Forget it, forget it. It's too much trouble, and you have to cajole.
Time passed little by little.
Tang Xiaowan tried to feign sleep to dodge the engagement issue, but it wasn't long before she felt something covering her body.
It turned out to be Li Zishen's suit jacket, shielding her exposed midriff due to the bow tie.
Tang Xiaowan half-opened her eyes and scanned the surroundings.
It's not even cold. Why cover up with clothes? Are you afraid I'll have a wardrobe malfunction, afraid that Chen Xin will see?
Such machismo, so petty!
