"Ah, Zhang Yang, you can't do this, I'll crash the car."
Su Qin screamed, giving a fierce shiver.
It was a mix of panic, tremors, and a touch of pleasure.
But the steering wheel in her hands trembled along with her.
The car swerved violently, making an S-shape.
Luckily, after the downhill turn, there was a straight road, and she quickly turned the wheel to steady the car.
"Didn't hit anything, did we?"
I said rather roguishly, continuing to enjoy, and added another hand.
"Uh-huh, brother, I'm really mad, I'll definitely hate you to death, oh, don't, ah, it's so intense, why does it feel so good again."
Su Qin's delicate body trembled non-stop, enveloped by waves of pleasure.
The expression on her face transformed from resistance and dislike to nervousness and excitement.
"It seems Secretary Su prefers a man like me."
"Ah, you rogue, really, stop it now, we're almost at the hospital, oh, hiss..."
"Isn't there still some distance left?"
