The sudden caress of her soft hand and the faint, feminine fragrance that reached his nose left Chen Yang flustered. As he looked at Lin Mengyan's smiling, flirtatious eyes, he could feel a familiar heat begin to stir within him.
"Sir, you can adjust the backrest here to find a more comfortable position."
Lin Mengyan could feel the thick, hot outline in her palm, filling her with a mixture of shock and desire. She couldn't believe it. How could something be this big? Still, she remained professional, leaning down and reaching over to help Chen Yang adjust the seat. Her fragrant, soft body practically draped over him.
"Whoa, Miss Lin, you've got quite a pair there."
