After hearing Ming Ansheng's confession, it still left Su Yue in a daze—but then a kiss interrupted her daze.
She clenched Ming Ansheng's shirt and buried her head in his chest. She was afraid of looking at his face.
She had yearned for his embrace, and she just wanted to savor this feeling for a while. Just a while longer.
Ming Ansheng carried Su Yue and left the warehouse. He strode to the car.
"Drive."
He commanded the chauffeur before the door was even closed.
The chauffeur pressed the ignition button and Ming Ansheng closed the door with a loud slam.
Su Yue's upper chest was still exposed and her clothes were still brushing against the wound. The excruciating pain was enough for her to lose consciousness given her weakened state.
She clenched her teeth as she tried to endure the pain. A crease appeared in between her eyebrows.
"Yueyue." Ming Ansheng stretched his hand to lift her clothes away from her chest.
