Yu Jingrong went limp, effortlessly collapsing onto Li Chengyun's body. Like a boneless entity, her arms embraced his neck the way a snake curls around a branch. She whispered in his ear, "Li Chengyun, we're getting engaged tomorrow, we're getting engaged tomorrow…"
Even though she seemed passive, somehow, she was actually quite thrilled. Therefore, she often reprimanded herself silently, scolding Yu Jingrong for being so desperate for a man who once left her behind.
A faint fragrance emerged, her warm breath mysteriously caressing his neck. It was warm, ticklish, Li Chengyun's body stiffened slightly, throat parched inexplicably.
His voice was deep, icy, devoid of any warmth yet carried a trace of tenderness, "Yu Jingrong, sit correctly, I'm driving!"
But Yu Jingrong, she didn't pay heed, moulding her body against his. The hand that was around his neck now encircled his arm.
Li Chengyun glanced at her, warning her in his gruff voice, "This is dangerous."
