After the passionate kiss that lasted several minutes, Song Qiao was so weak that she couldn't muster any strength. If it weren't for the man's strong arms embracing her waist, she would have slumped right onto the seat.
Lu Jingchen did not sit up straight immediately either. His lips were almost touching hers, one hand wrapped around her waist, and the other firmly holding the back of her head. His somewhat heavy breathing spilled over her face as his deep voice, with a hint of huskiness, asked, "Are you happy now?"
Song Qiao wanted to pull back to create some distance between them, but both her head and waist were restrained. Moreover, there was no space to retreat within the confined carriage. Her face reddened from the deep kiss, her earlobes burning and red, making her wonder if she was running a fever.
Staring at his proud and handsome face, Song Qiao felt an inexplicable irritation inside and glared at him with dissatisfaction, "Lu Jingchen, enough..."
