At this moment, the woman with a sexy figure and stunning looks leaned against Yang Yifeng's chest, her breathing gradually becoming heavier while a mesmerizing glow flickered on her pretty face, as if she had fallen into a state that made one's blood boil.
By this time, the bus had already left, and a look of regret appeared on the face of the hot girl, who mumbled to herself, "Alas, I still didn't manage to catch the bus after all."
Her voice was so faint that only Yang Yifeng could hear her. Otherwise, if those lovesick men heard her, there would have been another round of jealous snatching and hustling.
Hearing the woman's murmurs, a smile formed on the corners of Yang Yifeng's lips as he immediately said, "The bus has left, beautiful. How about I give you a ride home?"
Upon hearing this, the girl was initially startled, and then burst into giggles. Her voice was as clear as that of an oriole, refreshing to anyone who heard it.