Facing Zhou Shumei's fiery advances, Gao Jun was like a delicate little lamb, only able to curl up helplessly in his seat, letting her have her way with him.
Of course, he wasn't idle either and began to respond somewhat.
About two minutes later, Zhou Shumei seemed to have vented all the impulsive emotions in her heart and returned to her usual dignified and elegant demeanor, calmly resuming her place in the passenger seat, crossing her legs gracefully.
She leisurely opened the makeup mirror and, treating it like a rare treasure, carefully dabbed at the lipstick on her lips with a tissue, without giving Gao Jun another glance. It was as if she was saying, "I'm back to normal now, who are you? Don't disturb me."
Seeing this, Gao Jun stretched out his hand and gently pinched her thigh, feigning annoyance, he said, "Don't you have anything to say?"
