"Hey, hey, hey... pervert, you are hurting me." Lan Huanmeng shouted dissatisfied, but Nangong Mingye seemed to be possessed by a ghost, ignored Lan Huanmeng, and kept pulling her away.
"Speak to me." Lan Huanmeng's hands were almost numb at the moment. There should be marks on her hands now.
Nangong Mingye stopped suddenly, but Lan Huanmeng, who didn't react, bumped into her directly, "Oh, my nose." Lan Huanmeng touched her nose distressedly.
"Why are you in that man's car?" Nangong Mingye looked at Lan Huanmeng with a straight face.
"What does it have to do with you!?" Lan Huanmeng was dissatisfied. Couldn't he say some caring words?
"You are my woman, why is it none of my business? Huh huh?" Nangong Mingye suddenly hugged Lan Huanmeng and said affectionately in her ear.