"Miao Miao speaks so vibrantly and animatedly."
Lu Qing said slowly, his gaze particularly deep as he looked at her. Right now she was practically sprawled across his body.
The scent lingering from her was intoxicating—she was simply captivating!
Qin Miaomiao, on the other hand, wished she could bite him to death. Rage surged to her head, completely uncontrollable, as she started yelling frantically.
"Lu Qing, are you insane? Hold the steering wheel already!"
"Isn't my wife holding it for me?"
Lu Qing's face showed a slight smile, but his hand covered hers on the wheel.
Pervert! Shameless!
Qin Miaomiao was furious to the point of insanity. How could someone be this much of a bastard?
And worse—he was accelerating! The speed of the car increased even more, frightening her into gripping the steering wheel tighter. This madman—did he really not care about living?
