"Thank you for what happened just now, Mister."
Xu Jingxi promptly pressed the gear into park, hit the brakes to stop, and patted his thigh, signaling her, "Come over here to thank me."
"..." How should she thank him by going over?
Leh Ying undid her seatbelt, knelt with her legs together, crossed the center console, and before she found something to support herself, a pair of broad, strong palms wrapped tightly around her waist, their forceful grip securely sitting her down on his thigh.
Face to face, nose to nose, his large hand stroked the back of her head back and forth, eventually resting on the back of her neck, forcing the two of them even closer.
The air in the car grew stifling, and Leh Ying wrapped her arms around his neck, gasping slightly with urgency.
