He was all wet, like a little animal that had just been abandoned.
Feeling soft, Zane Leng reached out and took the initiative to open the car door: "Yes."
Sister Tan in front looked displeased. Zane Leng was a public figure, how could she let him into the car so easily. Wait until you can see the person coming clearly through the rearview mirror, then say no more.
It was her. Since Zane Leng made this decision, she should be willing.
Zane Leng was using her peripheral vision to look at Qing Leng Beauty. Her hair was wet and flowed along her superior neckline to her collarbone. She was soaked all over, her clothes were sticking to her body, and she was slightly wet, and her exquisite curves were clearly visible.
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