As the piercing sound of the horn rang in her ears, Wen Nuan, startled, pushed Fu Mingyu away, only then realizing the red light had long turned green.
In the lanes on both sides, cars shot out like arrows, three or four already gone, while this lane was delayed because of Fu Mingyu's kiss.
The car drove away, and Wen Nuan dared not lift her head, but the hand held by Fu Mingyu was reluctant to let go.
More than half an hour later, the car stopped outside Wen Nuan's dormitory building.
While others were on vacation, Wen Nuan attended an exchange student summer camp in New York, and without having rested upon her return, she was already registering for the new semester. Fu Mingyu felt a bit sorry for her, but Wen Nuan smiled sweetly as always, "The best part of my holiday was Third Brother, so it wasn't hard at all."
