"Tianmo...umm... Tianmo is Ling Fei's husband, uh... I like Tianmo, but does Tianmo like me? Does Tianmo like me, or does he like Ling Fei!"
Ling Fei's mouth moved from biting Song Tianmo's neck to his handsome face, while she talked gibberish with a giggle. She seemed to feel uncomfortable wrapping her arms around him from the back because of the chair in the way. Half-raising her body, she tried to climb to the front.
"Hey, be careful, don't! Don't move, be careful not to fall!" Song Tianmo's was worried. Ling Fei's arms around his neck were getting tighter, but she didn't let go even when she tried to climb forward.
Her strength was nothing to him, but he was worried that drunk Ling Fei would stumble and hurt herself.
"Fei Fei, let go of me, let me drive properly. We can talk about it once we get home, okay?" Song Tianmo gently persuaded, slowly prying her hands from his neck.
Also pushing her back.
Trying to put her back in the rear seat.