The small figure was led away by Aunt Wu, slowly walking into the distance and disappearing around the corner ahead. Wei Anning was still holding onto Leng Youchen tightly, completely blocking his line of sight.
The car cabin was silent and tranquil; even the sound of each other's breathing was clearly audible.
Leng Youchen said lightly, "Since when did you become so passionate?"
Wei Anning was startled, realizing she was embracing him in an extremely ambiguous posture, holding onto his head to block his view.
In a fluster, Wei Anning pushed him away, frightened, she fell back into the passenger seat. The temperature in the car rose, and she hurriedly reached for the car door, "Thank you, President Leng, for taking me back. I'll be leaving now."
Just as her hand touched the car door, the man's other hand clasped her wrist. With a slight force, she fell back onto his lap.
