You were in the passenger seat of your husband’s car. You and Zhan are in a arranged marriage, and you had just came from a business meeting with your parent’s, to make sure that the marriage looks real.

Zhan get into the driver see angry you put your seatbelt on and stay quiet. He has one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the gear. His hand slides from the gear to your upper thigh sliding up “what are you doing?” You ask

trying to see which is louder you or my car~ he smirks