The car stopped, and Su Wan turned her head to look at him, just about to say, "Then you can smoke," when suddenly a shadow fell over her eyes, and before she could react, warm lips pressed down on hers.
The traffic light changed, and two abrupt horn sounds came from behind, startling Su Wan into a couple of whimpers as she raised her hand to gently pat his shoulder, signaling him to back off.
Fu Weiheng didn't care, instead, he clasped the back of her head with his hand, kissing her ever more deeply.
A few more horn sounds urged from behind, and he expressed his dissatisfaction by lightly biting her lip before reluctantly letting her go.
On their way back, Su Wan was so captivated by Fu Weiheng's predatory gaze that she could hardly hold the steering wheel steady.
Such a straightforward and candid gaze, as if wishing to devour her whole.
