The car drove out of the venue, and Wen Yiru was still draped in Fu Huaizhi's suit jacket in the front passenger seat.
She followed him, running all the way out of the venue, breaking into a light sweat.
The air conditioning in the car wasn't cooling down fast enough.
Wen Yiru took off the jacket while complaining in a peevish tone, "My Cheongsam covers me completely, okay?"
Nothing was exposed, just a pair of arms.
Other than that, the slit on the side of the Cheongsam was a bit higher.
But wearing his suit jacket didn't help at all, okay?
She was boiling!
"Indeed, not exposed..."
Fu Huaizhi glanced at her sideways, "But, watching you makes me have a criminal impulse. Not because of you, it's for me, understand?"
The fitted Cheongsam hugged her waist just right, making it look fragile.
Yet the curve from her waist to her hips was especially enchanting.
The most fatal thing was, that curve was under his hands a few hours ago.
