Then, they ended up in the car.
The car was dark. Her hand was warm as she held him firmly. Her soft breath was right in his ear.
Their faces rubbed together. It was hard to say who made the first move. Her lips had already covered his, and when Yin Feng recalled that moment, his heart clenched in response. The sensation was similar to when he first woke up in the hospital to find a woman kissing him.
She was kissing his soul.
She had reached his soul with her kiss.
The thought barreled into his mind, so intense and bright that it was impossible to shake off.
Yin Feng saw two people in the car, their intimacy resembling children entwined with each other. He saw himself, stupidly grinning and on the verge of tears, like a pitiful dog thrown in the water. But her courage was greater. Boldly, she leaned over him and covered his eyes.
The whole world fell silent. He could not see anything around him, only feeling her soft palms, her urgent kisses, and her touch.
