Sitting in the back seat of the car with Luo Yang, Hong Jiaxin found it inconvenient to say anything.
"Squad leader," Luo Yang said with a smile.
"Don't call me 'sister'!"
Hong Jiaxin turned her head to look out of the car window.
Every time they went out, Luo Yang would wait for her to look out of the window before he lightly pecked the beauty's lips.
As Qiao Zai Shui started the car and moved forward slowly, Luo Yang's chest could feel the gentle elasticity spreading more broadly.
That soft feeling was fantastic.
Shi Yun had also sat on Luo Yang's lap, sharing a seat with him during a trip.
Due to Shi Yun's less ample bosom, it was hard to feel that gentle elasticity when the car started.
Tang Guihua's face was resting on Luo Yang's left shoulder and An Yuying on his right.
Presently, Tang Guihua had the advantage, as she was sitting on Luo Yang's lap. Feeling happy, she silently giggled to herself.
Each time she giggled, her delicate body trembled slightly.
