The atmosphere in the back seat grew increasingly heated, almost spiraling out of control. Leng Youchen wasn't satisfied with mere kisses anymore; he wanted more and pushed her down onto the back seat.
In his haste, Wei Anning accidentally hit her head on the car door. She cried out in pain, pulling them both back from the edge of losing control.
Seeing her holding her head, Leng Youchen immediately sobered up. He apologized while checking on her, "Did you hit somewhere? Sorry, I was too hasty."
"No, I didn't."
The situation was a bit awkward.
During these past days in the hospital, since she had a mild concussion, he had been restraining himself and being courteous. Even his kisses were light and fleeting, like a dragonfly skimming the water.
Wei Anning's cheeks flushed rapidly, spreading to behind her ears. This demon, his flirting skills were getting more and more adept.
