You don't have to wear it, you have to take it off anyway

Ji Mianmian was puzzled. How could Murong Mian do all this to her with such a cold and abstinent face?

The driver's expression didn't change. His eyes were fixed on the front, but his ears were listening for any movements behind.

The chauffeur drove the car into the neighborhood and only reminded the two of them when they were downstairs,""We're here. "

Ji Mianmian quickly nudged Murong Mian.""We're here, let's get off. "

Murong Mian lifted her head from Ji Mianmian's shoulder. His usually pale face was now covered in a thin layer of red.| His lustful eyes were shockingly black, and his face was exceptionally devilish.

Ji Mianmian gulped."Let's get out of the car."

"Alright ..."

Ji Mianmian handed Murong Mian's jacket to him with trembling hands.

He did not move, only stretching out his arm. Ji Mianmian bit her lip. She was really used to serving him now.