After gently thanking Sister Jiang, Song Qingya turned and got into another car.
Xiao Yang, sitting in the driver's seat, watched Song Qingya get in through the rearview mirror. He asked nervously, "Is Mr. Fei alright? Should we find a nearby clinic to get him an IV drip?"
"No need. Just speed up. Get us home quickly."
As she said this, she could feel a slight warmth on her cheeks.
Fei Jin had been holding back for a very, very long time. Finally, at this moment, he grabbed Song Qingya's fingers.
His hand was cool to the touch, and he gripped hers tightly, unwilling to let go.
Sensing this change, Song Qingya's breathing grew ragged.
'I can't believe that, at a time like this, even with my Female General persona not yet fully faded, I'm unable to break free from Fei Jin's embrace.'
"Fei Jin, snap out of it... We're still in the car... Mmph."
Just as she was about to say more, the sensation Fei Jin caused made her cover her mouth.
