The sweet and sour scent lingered around her, and she suddenly stiffened.
His gaze fell on her, the warmth so close, slowly spreading as he straightened up in his seat.
Sheng Qianxia looked at the hawthorn that had been bitten into, unsure whether to silently finish it herself or let him continue, frozen in place for a long moment without moving.
Realizing that if she didn't eat it soon the sugar would melt, she timidly took a bite.
A strange feeling immediately unfurled from the bottom of her heart.
Gong Beiyao's lips still carried an almost imperceptible smile, his slender fingers resting lazily on the steering wheel.
He drove the car with practiced skill.
Sheng Qianxia's heart fluttered slightly, the blush on her cheeks spreading ever deeper, like two adorable red clouds painting her beautiful cheeks.
Did what just happened count as an indirect kiss?
My God, what nonsense did she just babble—
But, he seemed to be in a good mood—
On the way, neither of them spoke again.
