"Where? Where? Let me see... Damn, indeed. But look at this car, it's so luxurious. This has to be a rich second-generation or official's kid playing with women, right? Play and then discard them, so they don't care about the woman's reputation or anything."
Upon hearing this conversation, Nan Sichen's movements came to an abrupt halt.
Reluctantly, his lips moved away from hers, and he reached out to cover her dress.
Yet Qin Yin held onto his neck, refusing to let go.
"Yinyin, let go of me for a moment." Nan Sichen suppressed his desire, his voice hoarse as he spoke.
Qin Yin just shook her head, her grip getting even tighter.
Helplessly, he had to climb out of the car, still holding his Yinyin in his arms.
Like this, he feared he couldn't drive, although he had had a few drinks tonight, so it was indeed not suitable to drive.
Let's just take a taxi.
