Bai Yiran was forcibly dragged into the car, and the spacious space accommodated the two of them well. Both were emotionally charged, but Bai Yiran was more resistant to Leng Yichen.
There were no words, no pleasantries, no greetings, nothing.
The familiar masculine scent enveloped Bai Yiran as Leng Yichen pinned her between himself and the car seat, kissing her like a fierce storm, leaving her no room even to breathe.
Leng Yichen's sudden onslaught left Bai Yiran momentarily dazed until she realized the danger of the situation.
Her soft little hands tried forcefully to push him away, but as always, it was in vain.
She breathed painfully, searching for an opening to escape, but Leng Yichen blocked all her retreats.
Yet Bai Yiran did not know how much Leng Yichen missed her, this longing enough to make him lose all reason.
Leng Yichen saw the loathing for him in Bai Yiran's eyes!
