In a daze, the embrace seemed very long, but when they parted, it felt as if only a moment had passed, fleeting in an instant.
Lin Qianru tidied her hair, a blush of shyness on her face. She turned and walked into the passenger seat. Seeing Lu Tianxing still stunned in place, she teased, "What's the matter, didn't you say you were battle-hardened? How come a hug has left you so flustered? Are you planning to stand here and enjoy the night breeze all night, or are you going to let a drunk beauty drive home alone? Aren't you going to take me home?"
"That was in the past, I've reformed now. Besides, who would have thought President Lin, a stunning beauty, would suddenly throw herself into my arms, a fragrant and delicate presence to savor—I certainly needed a moment to relish it."
Lu Tianxing chuckled and plonked himself into the driver's seat, started the car, and drove away from the gourmet street.
