The girl's voice was imbued with a thick, sweet syrup, a sweetness that lingered in the ear and settled in the heart.
The Maybach had already entered the villa district road, where traffic was sparse.
The man extended a hand, first pinching the girl's bright cheek and then her plump earlobe, which was Shen Chaoxi's most sensitive spot.
Normally, she would dodge, but today she restrained the tingling sensation from spreading, not flinching, though her fair, immaculate skin gradually took on a rosy hue, from pink to red.
Shang Jianghan chuckled lowly, mischievously not withdrawing his hand as he traced a path downwards from her slender neck.
The atmosphere within the car cabin grew noticeably heavier.
Shen Chaoxi, teased to no end, reached out to block the man's restless hand.
"You're driving, pay attention!"
The phrase had a double meaning, the man's laughter undiminished, his voice deep with a teasing lilt at the end.
"Yes, I'm driving, how could I stop?"