Leng Sichen's heart was tormented by this girl, flipping seven ways to Sunday. His hand, which was resting in the car window and holding a cigarette, twitched, and the cigarette butt fell outside the window…
When she came back and kissed him for the second time, Leng Sichen let out a low chuckle from deep in his chest, immediately turning from passive to active, pulling the girl, who was still standing outside the car, into his arms…
Xia Yuxun, I did give you a chance, actually two…
The moonlight was cool, the evening breeze swayed the reed, the river ebbed and flowed against the beach, making a whooshing noise…
Gradually, the predawn light appeared in the sky, and a warm color painted itself on the dark car window…
Inside the car, the girl was curled up quietly on the laid-back seat, covered with a dark grey blanket, sleeping soundly.
