As Mr. Yan was driving her out, she pinned him down in the driver's seat, kissing him for five minutes before releasing him, her breath all disheveled, almost declaring that this young lady wasn't going anymore—but Uncle Yan gently pushed her away.
"Let me take you there first."
At this moment, the beauty of the world didn't tousle her hair; stray strands fell carelessly across her forehead; she wasn't wearing glasses either, the corners of her lips slightly upturned, appearing somewhat nonchalant, yet fatally sensual.
"Will you wait for me in the car later?" The young lady settled back in the passenger seat, her narrow eyes fixated on Mr. Yan as she blinked.
"I'll wait for you," Mr. Yan said with a smile.
Because he was very familiar with the young lady's burning gaze that seemed to devour him whole.
It was a naked desire, an unabashed longing for possession.
Arriving at the hospital, Shi Lan got out of the car, fastened her hat and mask, and stormed into the hospital.
