As Yan Xixi was leaving, Huang Xiaojue's mother still spoke with great warmth before closing the door, "Miss Yan, take care. I hope you enjoyed the meal tonight."
Yan Xixi bowed deeply without uttering a single word.
Once outside, she was struck by how extraordinarily cold it was. The temperature had plunged to a terrifying few degrees below zero—C City hadn't seen a winter this cold in nearly twenty years. When they reached a quiet, secluded corner of the residential complex, Huang Xiaojue pulled her into his arms. His breath was hot as he whispered in her ear, "Xixi, we haven't had any time alone together all day. Now I have to take you back already—I really can't bear it…"
She hugged his waist tightly, her heart twisting in agony. Unaware of her torment, he dipped his head to find her lips, and she accepted without hesitation.
The kiss left her dizzy, but waves of terror and despair washed over her. Huang Xiaojue isn't mine! He will never belong to me!
