"What... what are you going to do?!!"
Watching Tang Feng, who seemed like a completely different person, recline the seat back and lower it slowly, Han Yao shouted in somewhat of a panic.
Tang Feng said coldly, "Don't you want to snatch a man from Han Meng? Now, I'm giving you the chance."
With that, Tang Feng rested his arms on the seat, shifted his butt back, and planned to create enough space.
Accompanying Tang Feng's movements, what was previously seated and concealed by the loose track pants, revealing nothing, the tent suddenly bulged prominently.
Han Yao's gaze fixated on that prominently raised tent.
So big!
How could it be so huge!
He must be into me, attracted by my beauty and perfect body, to be this hard, this big!
He didn't dare look at me before because he didn't want me to see him in such an embarrassing state.
But now, he clearly can't hold back any longer.
As this thought crossed her mind, the panic on Han Yao's face vanished, replaced by a smug smile.