Tian Hailu drives them home.

Li Yong and Han Lu sit in the back row of the car.

Leaning against Li Yong’s chest, Han Lu holds Li Yong’s finger with her tender hand, squeezing it hard and shaking it gently every once in a while. It seems that Li Yong’s finger can make her enjoy herself so much.

“Honey, stop teasing me, okay?” Li Yong smiles happily, looking somewhat mischievous.

“Did I ever tease you?” Han Lu looks ...