Li Tingyan shamelessly said, "Getting closer makes the fanning cooler."
Nianyang pointed to the side, "Move over a bit."
"..." Li Tingyan didn't move, wearing an aggrieved expression.
Nianyang hummed, and the man dared not overstep, obediently moved back, and Nianyang closed her eyes to rest, "Fan me now."
The man obediently started fanning her, and after the car had been on the road for a while, he looked at the resting young girl and couldn't help but scoot closer to her again.
His wife didn't react.
Didn't notice.
Li Tingyan felt secretly pleased, and couldn't help but lean in a bit more.
Aiming to steal a kiss, as he lowered his head, Nianyang's lips moved, "Li Tingyan, don't push your luck."
Li Tingyan stiffened and had no choice but to sit up straight with a sheepish grin.
