Tang Yanqi could forcibly maintain her composure in front of Sheng Jianan. She could turn a blind eye to Sheng Jianan’s indifference and sarcasm toward her. She could wrap herself in armor to protect herself, but only she knew that this composure, this blind eye, this armor propped up with effort, seemed indestructible, yet would shatter at the slightest touch.
He was the young man she liked, the dazzling sun in her dreary life, the man she wanted to love but dared not, wanted to love but couldn’t.
Tang Yanqi’s eyes gradually became moist. Sheng Jianan’s kiss made her heart race, and it also hurt her heart. She couldn’t push him away; could she indulge herself just a little? Just a little.
Tang Yanqi slowly closed her eyes. She didn’t respond, merely passively accepting Sheng Jianan’s kiss, feeling the man wantonly sweeping through her mouth.
The kiss lasted a full six minutes. Tang Yanqi felt her oxygen had been completely deprived. When Sheng Jianan finished, she had entirely lost the ability to move, her head hung low.
Sheng Jianan looked down at the girl burying her face in front of him. Inexplicably, he was in an excellent mood. The fragrance of her lips still lingered on his, and his bad-boy smile deepened. This woman wasn’t always cold in front of him, after all. She could still get shy. This feeling was so good, or else her previous attitude really hit his pride as the favored one too hard.
Sheng Jianan reached out to touch Tang Yanqi’s head. As soon as his fingers were about to touch her hair, three knocks came from outside.
The car window rolled down, and a young traffic officer bent over and poked his head in: "Sir, hello, here..."
Before the officer finished his words, an icy glance from Sheng Jianan had already shot over. The awkward smile on the officer’s face froze instantly. He was a rookie, but not a fool. He seemed to have interrupted something good between people. Seeing the man’s expression inside as if he wanted to kill him, the officer sheepishly touched his nose.
This man’s aura was so strong that even the traffic officer, who was in the right, felt he might be in the wrong.
The ambiguous atmosphere in the car was interrupted. Tang Yanqi immediately sat up straight. Besides the lingering blush on her face showing what had just happened, the rest of her expression had returned to her usual icy demeanor.
Sheng Jianan turned back and saw her expression like that, and the good mood he had just risen instantly disappeared. Was this woman trained in changing faces?
"Sir, you can’t park here for a long time; you’ve already exceeded the time limit."
Outside, the young traffic officer was still thoroughly explaining the situation despite being startled. Sheng Jianan gave him a glare, opened the car door, got out, and swept a sharp look at the nameplate on the officer’s chest: "Heh, I’ll remember you."
The traffic officer was dumbfounded until after Sheng Jianan had driven away for quite some time. He snapped back to reality, inexplicably breaking out in a cold sweat. Why did he feel like he got shot while lying down?
Breaking up people’s private moments in the car was wrong, but under broad daylight, wasn’t it them who were in the wrong?
After some mental comfort, the traffic officer still noted down the license plate number just now; it was official business.
Over there, Tang Yanqi had already regained her composure, her gaze calmly looking out the window. Her hand still hurt, and her head hurt too, but compared to Sheng Jianan’s kiss just now, the impact on her was almost zero.
Tang Yanqi really wanted to reach out and touch her lips, lingering over the sensation there, but she dared not, only able to clasp her hands tightly, forcing herself to appear composed.