How could Miao Feishuang bring herself to say it?
Even if she had thick skin, it couldn't be as thick as Lu Yuhao's!
Last night, after the man treated her to a nice meal and drinks, he started thinking of mischief as soon as they got back to the car.
Of course, she noticed.
But how could she possibly struggle against him?
The key point was that he didn't bring a driver last night; he drove himself.
He drove to the seaside, and it was late autumn, bone-chillingly cold.
Even if she wanted to get out of the car, she had to endure the freezing cold first.
And with the cold weather, there was no one out playing either.
By the seaside, theirs was the only car, and he indulged himself quite recklessly.
"Alright! I'll say it, we went to the seaside, and it was very cold," Miao Feishuang said.
