Inside the cramped, low interior of the car.
Faced with Sun Zhe's enthusiastic invitation, Zhu Yan found she couldn't refuse. So, she lifted her silk-clad leg, twisted her slender waist, and naturally and skillfully straddled his lap, facing him.
Sun Zhe tilted his head back slightly, admiring the beautiful face before him. His gaze grew infatuated. "Stepmom, why do I feel like you're getting younger? Your figure is getting better, too."
Zhu Yan wrapped her arms around his neck and giggled. "You just know how to sweet-talk, making an old gal like me happy."
Sun Zhe said earnestly, "You're not old at all, Stepmom. That's called being mature. And I'm serious, you really do look a lot younger than before."
"Really?"
"Really."
Sun Zhe gave a wicked smile, his hands exploring down her slender waist to pinch her firm, bouncy buttocks. "Could it be because I've been nourishing you so often?"
