The faint scent of machine oil mixed with soap root wafted over, inexplicably setting his mind adrift, as if someone had invisibly teased him, stirring waves in his heartstrings.
It's not that he hasn't had women throwing themselves at him before, pure and innocent, glamorous, naively adorable, and even exotic ones. What type of woman hadn't he encountered?
Yet, in her presence, all those vibrant beauties seemed to fade away. He suddenly forgot how he used to react when those women leaned on his shoulder. He only remembered that his current mood was particularly relaxed, peaceful, as if this could go on forever, eternally…
*
Gu Linxi woke up from her nap, her eyes still a bit blurry, but she felt the taxi had come to a stop.
She rubbed her drowsy eyes, moved her neck away from Cui Jiangjing's shoulder, glanced outside, and asked in a voice tinged with sleepiness, "Are we there?"
