A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

As soon as he got into the sports car, Ding Hanhan's soft body pressed against him, straddling his lap. Then, her cool, jade-like lips, exuding a delicate orchid fragrance, covered his lips.

Gu Feng's rationality crumbled instantly, and his hands involuntarily wrapped around her slender waist, his lips and teeth entwining passionately with hers.

Ding Hanhan was exceptionally enthusiastic tonight.

The world's top sports car began to emit a slight creaking sound.

However, this commotion was almost negligible compared to the sound that escaped from Ding Hanhan's lips.

The commotion in the garage eventually reached the ears of the girls waiting outside.

They heard it and naturally understood what was happening inside; their faces turned red and their hearts raced.

Just now, Ding Hanhan instructed, "No one is allowed to go in unless I call," but now she is clearly calling—so, should we go in or not?

No.

Instead of going in, they all retreated far away, until they could no longer hear any sound.

As expected of a top-tier sports car, its shock absorption capabilities are truly extraordinary.

For a full hour, the Spyker remained completely unharmed, as steady as a rock.

But no matter how good the car is, it's never as good as the person in your arms.

A unique woman like Ding Hanhan, who is cold on the outside but warm on the inside, is worth more than all the luxury cars in the garage combined.

A woman of value cannot be valued by money, and those who can be priced often have little value.

That's absolutely true.

When the garage quieted down, Ding Hanhan's face was still flushed, her hair was damp with sweat, and her clothes were disheveled. She nestled softly in Gu Feng's arms!

"Gu Feng, if only we could stay together day and night, and never have to care about all that fighting and killing, right and wrong, how wonderful that would be," Ding Hanhan said softly.

Nourished by love, this woman, who always wore a cold expression, finally took off the mask she always wore.

At this moment, she was no longer the high and mighty heiress of the family, nor the noble eldest daughter of the Ding family; she was simply a little woman steeped in love.

Gu Feng reached out and gently pinched the tip of her delicate nose, smiling as he said, "Try not calling me by my name directly; it might feel better."

"If I don't call you by your name, then what should I call you?"

"For example, call me 'dear brother,' or 'darling,' or... yes, 'darling' will also work," Gu Feng suggested earnestly, his arm around her waist.

"I don't want to call you brother, you're not even as old as me," Ding Hanhan said coquettishly.

"Really not going to call me?" Gu Feng stared at her, a mischievous smile resurfacing in his eyes.

"I won't call you that, what can you do about it!" Ding Hanhan retorted stubbornly.

"Well then, young lady, don't blame your brother for being impolite," Gu Feng said, then became restless again. "Let's play all the way until dawn."

"Ah, no... my bones are about to fall apart, no, don't move!" Ding Hanhan hurriedly pressed him down so she could get close to his ear and beg for mercy in a voice barely above a whisper: "Dear brother, please spare your sister, okay? Your sister really can't take any more torment... brother has to learn to be gentle with a woman."

Gu Feng smiled with satisfaction and released his grip.

"You're so mean, how could you bully me like this?" Ding Hanhan pouted her rosy lips and scolded him as she got up from him. As soon as her feet touched the ground, her legs went weak and she almost fell down. She managed to steady herself by holding onto the car body, straightened her clothes, and seeing that Gu Feng was still lazily leaning back in his seat, she couldn't help but urge, "Okay, hurry up and put your clothes on."

"Help me put it on."

"Why do you need my help? You're not a child anymore."

"You were the one who took it off just now, so it's only right that you help me put it back on now." Gu Feng was being unreasonable.

Ding Hanhan was both amused and exasperated, and had no choice but to squat down and clean up for him.

When Ding Hanhan invited him into the car just now, she said, "Serve me well, and the car is yours." These words touched a nerve with Gu Feng's pride—it sounded as if he was selling himself for the car.

Although any other man would be more than willing to do this, it's not that he wouldn't be, but you have to understand, Master Gu is the kind of person who would never suffer a loss for nothing.

So when Gu Feng finally started his sports car and left the Ding family with satisfaction, Ding Hanhan, who had been stuffed with a mouthful of food, was so angry that she gritted her teeth.

Despite driving a luxury sports car worth millions, Gu Feng didn't really feel the sense of driving a high-end vehicle.

To be precise, sitting in this car, I didn't feel any modern atmosphere at all.

This top-of-the-line sports car does indeed have a gorgeous, sleek, stylish, and sophisticated exterior; but the interior, to put it nicely, is retro, or to put it bluntly—whether Gu Feng thinks he's unsophisticated or doesn't know how to appreciate it—he really thinks it's not as pleasing to the eye as that secondhand Xiali in the countryside of Huicheng.

Those round, bulging, and sturdy instruments looked like gadgets from an old-fashioned jet plane. Although each piece was made of shiny aluminum and could be considered a luxury item, in his eyes, they were still too traditional and old-fashioned.

Does a so-called luxury car have to be a mix of modern and antique to be considered valuable?

What about men? Do they need to be stylish on the outside and weathered on the inside to attract women?

Gu Feng gripped the steering wheel, lost in thought as he drove through the night.

Gu Feng had walked this road from the Ding family villa to Bolan Street at least a hundred times.

So despite his terrible sense of direction, he made it home safely—minor infractions like running red lights are excluded, of course.

After parking the car, locking it, and opening the gate, I discovered that the lights were still on inside the house at this hour.

She unlocked the door with her key, and found a variety show playing on the TV in the living room, with Shi Yurou lounging on the sofa.

"Sister Rou, you're still up so late?" Gu Feng asked as he changed his shoes.

Even after entering the hall, there was no echo.

Looking up for a closer look, I couldn't help but smile – who said she wasn't asleep? She was already curled up on the sofa, fully clothed, fast asleep.

Shi Yurou wore a form-fitting short skirt that accentuated her graceful curves. Her two smooth and delicate calves were crossed, and her jade-like feet were painted with a layer of sapphire red nail polish, which glistened under the light.

Even though she was fast asleep, she still exuded an indescribable charm.

Gu Feng couldn't help but swallow. Fortunately, it was his post-coital period; otherwise, he would probably be parched and distracted by now.