After it ended, Song Qiao was so exhausted she couldn't muster any strength at all. If not for the man's strong arms supporting her waist, she would have probably slumped directly onto the seat.
Lu Jingchen did not sit up straight away either, one hand supporting her waist, the other securing the back of her head, his heavy breathing fanning her face, the low voice slightly husky, "Happy now?"
Song Qiao wanted to pull back and create some distance between them, but with both the back of her head and her waist restrained, and no room to retreat in the cramped carriage, her face was flushed red, and her ears were even redder and hotter, making her wonder if she had a fever.
Looking at that proud and handsome face, Song Qiao felt an inexplicable irritation inside and glared at him discontentedly, "Lu Jingchen, that's enough..."
A mere kiss could make him happy?
Come on, the one who benefits from a kiss is clearly him, not her, right?
