He parked the car at the waiting area.
Ji Yun deliberately got out of the driver's seat, considerately opening the passenger door for Qiu Mo.
But Qiu Mo considerately closed the door and joined her female friend in the back seat.
The moment their fingertips touched, images flashed through Ji Yun's mind—all different places, but always the same action.
Only, compared to the slim and sexy Qiu Mo of the moment, the girl in his memories was rounder and more mature, radiating a gentle feminine beauty, and her belly was round and bulging.
"Don't sit in the front."
"No sudden turns!"
"Ah, I don't feel like eating strawberry preserves anymore, shall we go for some stinky tofu?"
"It's not me; it's Xiao Huaxia who wants to eat stinky tofu!"
Whispers of conversation, like soft and sweet gusts of wind, swirled around Ji Yun's ears.
