Sun Zhe had no idea where Leng Yueshuang was taking him tonight, and frankly, he didn't want to know or ask. He simply sat sideways in the passenger seat, content to admire the stunning beauty beside him for the entire drive.
Tonight, Leng Yueshuang was dressed quite conservatively and wasn't showing much skin. She wore a snow-white casual long-sleeved shirt, matching snow-white pants, and white sneakers. With her long hair hanging loose, she looked both beautiful and chic. Even so, the simple outfit couldn't conceal her fiery, alluring curves.
Her face was icy and expressionless, as exquisite as a masterpiece meticulously carved by an artist—utterly flawless. As she sat in the driver's seat with her elegant legs pressed together, the faint outline of a "V" was visible on her lower abdomen. The detail was both mysterious and sexy, and Sun Zhe found his gaze drawn to it more than once.
"Is there something on my face? Why do you keep staring at me?"
