Wen Rufeng ignored him and continued moving her fingers along his firm abs. "You were a racecar driver when you were young, so I know you can easily handle this kind of situation."
Yu Feng hooked the corner of his mouth. "So now you're deliberately messing with me, not letting me drive properly, is that it?"
"Not quite, I just want to test your reflexes and see how much you've changed since you were young."
"Honey, I noticed you persist with your workouts, you have no flab on your stomach, and your muscles here are still so firm."
"Hmm!" Yu Feng furrowed his brow.
"Honey, I want to know when you find time to work out," Wen Rufeng asked.
"I squeeze in some time on the treadmill and do some weight training during lunch breaks." He kept his eyes on the road, seriously watching the traffic ahead.
"You have such a good body, aren't there many girls in the company who stick around you? There must be some older women too." Wen Rufeng pouted unhappily as she said this.
