That evening, she pestered Zhou Luchen again to go see the Hong Kong puppet show. She was addicted to the fire-breathing puppets.
In the car, Shen Jing leaned against the window, gazing at the giant billboard outside advertising Lu Siyuan's new movie.
Shen Jing pulled Zhou Luchen's arm, pointing at the large display screen. "Who is she?"
Before she finished speaking, she found herself trapped between the car window and the man's sturdy chest.
His fingers weaved into her soft, long hair as he leaned down to kiss her. "A mere performer."
Those four understated words were enough to wound deeply.
The driver accidentally caught a glimpse of the steamy scene in the rearview mirror and seemed to press the accelerator at that moment.
Shen Jing's pupils dilated. Thinking of the driver still at the wheel, she immediately pushed against the weight pressing down on her. "Stop it, he can see."
