Mo Nanjue's face was like an iceberg; he didn't even glance.
"It's really unbearably hot, I can't take it anymore."
Tong Ran glanced at him. Afraid of catching a cold when she left in the morning, she wore a light-colored knit sweater over a long strap dress.
She raised an eyebrow and lifted her hand to take off the knit sweater.
The action of taking off clothes was so noticeable that it couldn't be ignored. Mo Nanjue was driving and gave her a cold glance, "What are you doing?"
"It's hot," Tong Ran tossed the knit sweater behind her, then lowered her head, tugged fiercely at the straps, revealing the snow-white skin of her neck, and lifted her long skirt to tie around her waist, "This is much cooler, more comfortable."
"..."
What's the difference between this and not wearing anything?
Mo Nanjue's throat rolled lightly, he gripped the steering wheel, "Tong Ran, don't be reckless."
