"A Pikachu bra?"
Hearing Qin Fan's lecherous, swaggering tone, Su Aiyu froze.
A Pikachu bra? How does he know I'm wearing a Pikachu bra?
After a brief moment of shock, rage, accompanied by a furious blush, surged across her face!
"You son of a bitch! Are you looking to die?" she roared, unable to contain herself. Su Aiyu's hand, which had been about to fasten her seatbelt, shot out to grab Qin Fan.
SLAP!
But how could Qin Fan let her succeed? A disdainful sneer escaped him as he casually reached out and caught her swinging fist.
"Being too feisty isn't a good look for a woman! The fact that you're wearing a Pikachu bra proves you're still a young girl at heart. Try being a bit more demure; otherwise, you'll have a hard time finding a husband!"
With a faint chuckle, Qin Fan released her fist.
