Aoyama Xiu Xin was woken up by the cold.
Looking down, he found a naked, short-haired beauty tightly hugging him.
The car's elongated body had beautiful lines, and its pale paint surface was covered with scratches left by rough driving.
Ryosuke's unattainable dream lover in his fantasies.
Yet last night, Aoyama Xiu Xin had simply stood up and kicked.
Because it was too cold, Hashimoto Chiyoko kept cuddling closer to Aoyama for warmth. Then her eyelashes trembled, and she slowly opened her big, captivating eyes.
"Wake up," Aoyama Xiu Xin whispered.
She looked at Aoyama Xiu Xin, her eyes initially confused, then suddenly realizing the situation, she gasped, pushed Aoyama Xiu Xin away, and scrambled to grab clothes from the ground to cover her body, "You..."
"It's okay, I don't blame you," Aoyama Xiu Xin said with a helpless smile, interrupting her, rubbing his temples. "After all, you were drunk last night."
