章 83: 77. Set patterns are no match for sincerity

Luxury car, long street, beautiful woman.

Mr. Lu rested one hand on top of the steering wheel, while the other repeatedly glided over smooth skin.

The fair and taut thighs of his senior became his playground's temporary slide.

"What are you doing?"

As Mr. Lu touched, he noticed that the girl beside him had a complex expression and kept fidgeting with her hands.

Ever since Mou Keyan got into the car, she had been sitting properly in the passenger seat, preferring to keep her long legs slightly bent rather than adjust the clearly unsuitable seat.

Then, she raised her wrist.

She gathered her thick, wavy hair into a low side ponytail, tying it so the ends were just concealed within the opening of her long-sleeve dress at the shoulder.

"Oh, nothing much~"

Mou Keyan maintained her composure, tilting her head slightly and smiling at him.