Jiayi seemed not to hear his question, her tone dreamy and vague, as if drifting in from a distant place:
"...I was thinking, if something happened to you today, I might send Little Baozi to my mom's place, have her take care of him... because I might not survive either."
The quiet car, as if plunging into an icy lake, time froze.
All that was heard were the increasingly rapid breaths of the two.
In a sudden move, Huo Zhenyang cupped her cheek, leaned close to her ear, and said deeply, "Baby, show me your sincerity with actions."
"Hmm?" Before she could react, he suddenly claimed her lips.
She stopped resisting, without a trace of hesitation, wrapped her arms around his neck, welcoming his kiss.
Heavy breathing, the mingling and lingering of lips and tongues, a romance as inevitable as lightning striking and igniting flames.
It was as if only this way, she could feel him safe and unharmed beside her.
