Under the pressure of Zhu's height of nearly two meters, Anna's little figure is like a poor lamb.

it's so tight that they can smell each other's breath. Ann just feels that her heart is beating fast. It's totally different from what she felt when she was facing Prince Miller. Although she was a little nervous and blushed at that time, her heart never jumped so fast.

"what, what is Lamborghini..." An said incoherently, desperately trying to back away from the ambiguous atmosphere, but the back is the pillar, and he seems to be surrounded by the man who makes her face red.

"ah, Mr. Ali, would you mind not...