Outside the car window, streetlights occasionally flickered by, casting faint shadows across her delicate face.
Her complexion was still flush with redness, and her long lashes cast a heavy shadow on her eyes.
He silently parked the car by the roadside.
Then he leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on her small face.
Her scent still made him crave.
Suddenly, she reached out and wrapped both hands around his neck,
"Hold me, He Yingdong..."
His heart skipped a beat, thinking perhaps his true emotions had been discovered by her.
Then she merely mumbled a couple of words, and quickly continued to sleep.
He gently pried her hand away, letting her lie down comfortably.
Under the hazy moonlight, he lifted her out of the car and carried her step by step to the bedroom.
She nestled in his arms...
"He Yingdong, I feel awful!"
She half-opened her eyes groggily, her little face etched with a painful expression.
Just as he laid her on the sofa, she began to throw up.
