Zhang Wei shook his head in frustration, his dark eyes filled with disappointment. "There's a cigarette stuck in the lock and a lighter. Can you please light it for me?" he asked, his voice tinged with irritation.
Chen Yulan's heart sank as guilt gnawed at her conscience.
"Mm.."
Without a word, she reluctantly obeyed his request. As she carefully took the cigarette and placed it between his lips, their faces grew dangerously close.
With trembling fingers, she ignited the lighter, casting a flickering flame that illuminated the intense, electrifying tension between them.
In that fleeting moment, her heart raced, unsure of what was to come.
After finishing the task, she returned to her seat and slumped against it, unable to hide the crimson blush creeping across her cheeks.
Feeling a mix of embarrassment and curiosity, she whispered, "Do... Do I need to do it all over again?"
