"How come the name you call me has changed again? That's not what I want to hear," Tang Song's hand tightened slightly.
Wen Ruan let out a low cry, biting her lip and whispered, "Brother, let go of me first."
Her voice was mature, but her address was sweet, blending into an unusual taste.
"Good girl!" Tang Song, pleased, withdrew his left hand and leaned on the passenger seat, squinting his eyes contentedly.
Having gone through a series of stimulations, especially after gaining her family's approval.
The mentality of this 'Mature Lady' had completely changed, and she became more open with him.
He experienced a different kind of charm.
More than ten minutes later, the car returned to the Shengyuan Good Place villa.
They parked in the B1 spot.
Both got out of the car one after another.
"Click—" Tang Song pulled open the entry door in one go.
Wen Ruan rubbed her somewhat sore legs, a faint blush creeping over her face as she stepped inside.
