At night, his low voice sounded from inside the car.
Lu Manman looked at Mo Yuanxiu in a daze, staring into his dark green eyes under the dim yellow light.
Was she really drunk?
At such a close distance, the man in front of her was completely different from the Mo Yuanxiu in her mind.
"Not talking?" Mo Yuanxiu tightened his arm around her waist, making them lean even closer together. Their lips brushed against each other, either consciously or subconsciously. He did not kiss her deeply or deliberately. She could only vaguely feel his lips on hers, touching her lips' surface very lightly.
She quickly turned around.
His lips brushed past hers and landed on her cheek.
Amidst the ambiguous silence, she pushed him away with both hands.
She did not use much force as she knew she could not push him away.
She was just resisting.
He smiled and let go of her.
Having regained her freedom, she opened the car door and got off.
