Sheng Qianxia stared with shocked, wide-eyed disbelief. Could it really be that he'd said what she thought?
Was he speaking sweet nothings?
Perhaps because he never said such things, hearing these words suddenly from his mouth made her heart race with emotions she couldn't quite untangle.
Could it be that he also wanted to heal her wounds?
But with him by her side, all her wounds no longer felt like wounds at all...
"Gong Beiyao... your sweet talk is pretty charming, huh? Where did you dig up these moves?"
"It's not a strategy," Gong Beiyao, with one hand on the steering wheel and the other suddenly encircling her neck, pulled her toward him—
"Love doesn't need any strategies. It naturally becomes second nature."
A truck barreled toward them, its speed fierce and aggressive.
He suddenly kissed her on the lips.
Sheng Qianxia was petrified.
He was still driving; how could he...!
Perhaps even if they were to die, she wouldn't be as afraid—
