Forty minutes later, Yan Yinuo lay on the backseat, lost in thought, with a man's suit jacket over her, a faint scent of mint wafting from the suit into her nose.
Xu Zijin leaned over her, his breathing erratic, gasping sounds hitting Yan Yinuo's neck.
Just as she was about to push him away, Xu Zijin got up first.
He casually pulled out a few tissues and wiped vigorously.
"What did you mean by being sick of it just now?"
Yan Yinuo's face was flushed, but her tone was extremely calm.
Throwing away the tissue, Xu Zijin chuckled lightly. "Sick of it, not seeking you out, isn't that just what you wanted?"
Was this really happening as she expected, for real?
If so, she would definitely be thankful to heaven for treating her so well upon her return.
"So happy you're lost for words? Or is it that you can't bear to part with me?" His hand reached to touch her face but was forcefully brushed away by Yan Yinuo.
