Bo Yimo's eyes were deep, as if dark currents were surging, his thin lips pressed together, exuding an invisible yet powerful aura, "A walk? Darling, you really have such leisurely feelings."
His voice was low, slightly hoarse, without any fluctuation.
He... seemed different from usual.
Tong Yan hesitated and asked, "You... what's wrong? Didn't..."
Before she could finish,
What happened to him?
He heard Little Nine's report and... couldn't control himself.
A walk?
That can only be with him.
There won't be anyone else.
His kiss was so intense, so intense that she was nearly suffocating. Tong Yan wanted to escape but had nowhere to run, as if she was tightly wrapped, completely immersed, unable to extricate herself.
The car drove steadily forward, with a loving couple inside, shh, don't disturb them.
After a while, Bo Yimo released her, and by then, Tong Yan was already dizzy, her cheeks flushed.
