The conversation between the restaurant owner's family was unknown to Wang Chen and Yao Ruyi.
At that moment, one of them mistook the other as their beloved goddess, while the other regarded their counterpart as a witty god of charm.
So much so that the two of them, sitting in the car, snuggled up to each other almost without any pause or hesitation.
Wang Chen held Yao Ruyi tightly, fearing that it was all a dream and that the delicate figure in his embrace would vanish the moment he awoke.
Plus, with the alcohol going to his head, his hand became increasingly unrestrained.
Yao Ruyi had never experienced such a thing before, but her fondness for Wang Chen made her want to resist, yet she also found it somewhat enjoyable.
Wang Chen's tenderness and dominance made her breathing hasten.
Worried the taxi driver might notice, she could only bury her blushing face into Wang Chen's chest.
Inhaling his strong masculine scent, she found herself getting slightly intoxicated.
