Cheng Yuan really didn't hold back, embracing Yan Xinyu's slender waist tightly as the electric scooter picked up speed.
Moreover, Cheng Yuan chose the perfect moment to do so.
Just as a few medical staff were walking towards them.
Yan Xinyu wanted to protest, but she was afraid of giving away their pretext, so she allowed Cheng Yuan to keep his arm around her waist.
After driving out of the hospital, Yan Xinyu couldn't hold back any longer and quietly reminded him, "Yuan... Brother Yuan, you can hold onto the seat."
Cheng Yuan clearly heard Yan Xinyu, but he pretended not to and pressed his face against her back.
He took a deep breath.
Wow!
It smelled so good!
I wonder if it's her body scent or it's perfume.
Normally, after a day's work at the hospital, Yan Xinyu would smell like formalin.
"Xinyu, what did you say? I didn't hear you."
Yan Xinyu's body trembled slightly.
Initially, only her stomach felt warm and tingling.
