Pei Heyan parked the car in the parking space and turned to look at her, which made Wen Tang even more embarrassed. She reminded him, "President Pei, if we don't go down now, we'll miss the scheduled time."
Pei Heyan grabbed her arm and lifted her over like a little chicken. As he spoke, "You even secretly touched my eyelashes." It made his heart itch.
"Do you want to touch anything else, so it doesn't feel strange?"
Before Wen Tang could open her mouth, her hand was placed on his chest.
She could even clearly feel the frequency of Pei Heyan's breathing.
Then his hand wandered downwards.
Feeling his solid muscles and mermaid line, Wen Tang's arm involuntarily slid down further.
It was no longer Pei Heyan pulling her hand down.
By the time Wen Tang reacted, she panicked instantly.
She could actually shamelessly take the initiative to touch Pei Heyan—how desperate she must have been!
"Afraid now?" Pei Heyan looked at her.
