However, Hanson’s body resembled an iron wall which she could not withstand. Whenever she shifted backward, he would move forward. In the end, Vania was pressed tightly against the car door with no way out. Once she stopped moving, he stopped nearing her as well. She could not brace herself to face him as she was afraid that he might make another move on her. Therefore, she turned her head awkwardly and looked out the window.
After seeing her discomfort, Hanson stopped teasing her and allowed himself to calm down as well. He stretched out with his hand and gently put it around her waist before leaning against the backseat with contentment.
Vania’s body was stiff for fear that any movement would cause Hanson’s beast mode to be reactivated. She rotated her body unnaturally and indicated for him to remove his hand from her waist.
At that, he gently pinched the muscle around her waist with a warning intent. Almost immediately, she stopped moving and obediently sat still while her face was still turned toward the car window.
At that moment, Larry opened the car door and got into the driver’s seat as if he was cued to do so. His eyes subconsciously drifted to the rearview mirror. Uh… the backseat is so wide. Why are they squeezing into one seat? Also, why is the atmosphere in the car so strange? He could not seem to put his finger on it. Despite his loaded curiosity, he proceeded to start the car tactfully.
After seeing him in the driving seat, Vania remarked sourly, “This is obviously my car, so why does it look like it belongs to you guys?”
As if she had found a reason to vent her frustration from earlier, her smug but irritable expression had turned absolutely adorable.
Hanson chuckled at his sight. “What’s yours is mine and vice versa.”
“Tsk…” Words failed her, thanks to his brazenness.
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