Why Do You Have So Many Questions?

"Seducing me?" Han Zhuoli squinted, a dangerous glow in his eyes.

How could he have forgotten that this little girl was practically a vixen?

"I'm not!" Lu Man glared at him. Why was this man so good at twisting the truth? "Let's hurry up and go in, don't let the elders wait for too long."

As she spoke, Lu Man wriggled in his lap, trying to get out of his embrace.

Yet Han Zhouli again held her waist tightly and pulled her close to his body.

Wanting to leave, Lu Man struggled in his embrace, pushing against Han Zhuoli because of which Han Zhuoli threatened her in a hoarse and deep voice. "Stop moving, otherwise I won't mind doing you right here in the car."

Lu Man: "…"

Without even looking downwards, she could clearly feel his arousal.

Thus, Lu Man kept still, but Han Zhuoli couldn't help but move a little.

Lu Man sucked in a breath in soft, trembling weakly in his arms. "What are you doing!"