The silver sports car was sprinting on the winding road. The man in the driver's seat held his forehead with one hand and glanced at his companion next to him.

"Are you very cold?"

A Miao was desperately pulling her skirt down who shot him a glare when she saw Shen Xinglan's eyesight falling on her lap.

"Don't look at me!"

Shen Xinglan turned around. Her skirt was long enough to pass her knees. He really didn't know what she was worried about. Let alone the skirt, ...