Deep into the night, the moonlight hid among the treetops, the wind stopped, and the petals and leaves stood still.
The scenery inside the car was enchanting, and the ambiance was as fiery as the hidden passion.
Anthony Charlie gazed at the girl's cheeks, illuminated by the moonlight, which made her complexion as smooth and glowing as white jade. Even her body was tinged with a touch of red, and her eyes sparkled like stars.
...
Finally, Anthony held Eve Thompson in his arms, lying still in the car.
The girl seemed utterly exhausted, sleeping soundly on his chest.
The moonlight was like water.
Anthony didn't move for a moment, just holding her like that, as if he could stay with her forever.
After a while, realizing that the girl's warmth was fading, he gently got up, dressed her, adjusted the passenger seat, and carefully placed her down before starting the car.
He didn't go to the Charlie residence.
