The back of her head was gently held...
Her body slightly tottered, and she crashed right into Yan Chi's view, stopping her from blurting out her unfinished words.
Because, in the next second
a scorching kiss landed on her forehead.
Her breathing was heavy, her fingers loosened, and the helmet that had been clasped in her hand "bang—" fell to the ground, creating a muffled echo in the garage, as if it was trying to carve a hollow into her heart.
This kiss was not like that soft and gentle one on the night of the fifteenth, as tender as moonlight; she could feel it clearly.
It was like being drenched in flames.
So hot that it made her heart quiver.
He slightly withdrew his body, his hand that was holding the back of her head slowly slid down and brushed through her hair.
"What are you afraid of?" he asked softly, his deep black pupils reflecting her image, "Actually, I just forced you to give me a ride just to feel the experience."
