Cars passed by outside, and Wen Yixing could feel Shen Jingshao's tense muscles.

He didn't continue kissing her, but instead lowered his head to kiss the small mole on her neck.

His lips were soft and hot, and his breath tickled her neck.

Wen Yixing tried to retreat, but there was nowhere to go.

Her back was completely leaning against the seat, her slender fingers unconsciously resting on his shoulder.

Her fingertips were white as she gripped his shirt tightly.

She was forced to tilt her head back to receive his kiss.

I haven't felt this way for many years.

No one knew that, as a 28-year-old woman, she actually kissed very few times.

In her memory, she was only kissed once, during the year she got married.

So much time has passed that she has almost forgotten what it feels like to be kissed.

In fact, even when Shen Jingshao kissed her that night, she couldn't clearly remember the specific feeling.

All I remember is that after I calmed down, my mouth felt a little numb and a little painful.

There was something else I felt, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

Shen Jingshao looked up, his deep gaze fixed on her face.

Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and she stared blankly ahead, lost in thought.

He reached out and gently pinched her fingertips.

Soon after, Wen Yixing gradually came to her senses.

The car was dimly lit, but Shen Jingshao did not back away. They were very close, their breaths mingling unconsciously.

Shen Jingshao placed one hand on her waist, his intentions in his eyes making no attempt to conceal them.

Even so, he did not kiss her further, but instead used his palm to gently lift her back off the seat.

Wen Yixing leaned forward and bumped into his arms.

Even through the thin shirt, Wen Yixing could feel the powerful muscles beneath it.

Shen Jingshao lowered his head and gently rested his chin on her shoulder.

He was trying to calm himself down; he didn't want to walk too fast, afraid of startling her.

He was already very surprised that she didn't push him away tonight.

The two maintained this position for a long time until Wen Yixing began to feel her arms getting numb.

She resisted slightly.

Shen Jingshao seemed to understand; he stepped back and slowly released her.

"Is your arm uncomfortable?" Shen Jingshao asked, and before she could answer, he pulled her wrist over to examine it.

Her skin was fair and delicate, and the long scar on her arm joint was particularly noticeable.

These are scars left from a car accident a few years ago.

At the time, her right hand had undergone several surgeries and was severely injured.

Even now, she still suffers from aftereffects in her arm; it hurts on rainy days and when the air conditioner is on for too long.

Now, after not moving for a long time, my arm joints are starting to feel sore and swollen again.

Shen Jingshao pressed his fingers on her joints, massaging them for her.

After pressing it like that, my arm, which was originally sore, did feel much better.

He was strong, and sometimes when he pinched a sensitive spot, it would hurt a lot. She wouldn't cry out in pain, but she would instinctively try to pull her arm away.

But Shen Jingshao's other hand was holding her wrist, and she couldn't break free.

Shen Jingshao didn't say anything, but he lightened his grip considerably so that she wouldn't feel uncomfortable anymore.

The scar was right at her elbow joint. Shen Jingshao could see it clearly in the light of the outside lamp. His gaze darkened, and he stared at the scar for a long time.

Wen Yixing naturally noticed Shen Jingshao's gaze.

She also looked down.

His fingers were also long and beautiful, and those fingers were gently pressing near the scar.

Wen Yixing pursed her lips and asked softly, "Is it ugly?"

Actually, the scars on my arms are much better now than they were a few years ago.

She used to be very concerned about the scars on her arms, and she would never wear short sleeves in the summer. She wore long sleeves all year round just to cover up the scars on her arms.

She was terrified that others would see the ugly scar on her arm, and even if it was occasionally exposed, she would quickly try to cover it up.

However, she wouldn't do that now. She's come to terms with it and doesn't want to care about what others think anymore.

She confidently wears beautiful dresses and shows off her arms, unafraid that the scars on her hands will be seen.

Looking back now, it was all her own psychological problem.

No one will pay much attention to the scars on her arms. Even if she takes the subway in a short-sleeved shirt, no one will notice the scars on her arms.

Her colleagues, who had a lot of contact with her, only noticed the scar later by chance.

They didn't laugh at the scar for being ugly; they just felt sorry for her and felt sorry for her having been in a car accident.

Her colleagues would recommend scar removal creams and try to help her.

So, when she came out of there, she realized that there really wasn't that much malice in the world.

“Not bad looking.” Shen Jingshao looked at her, his gaze sincere. “Not bad looking at all, really.”

Wen Yixing smiled at him, and they looked at each other for two seconds before she looked at her arm and said softly, "I feel much better in my arm."

After saying this, Shen Jingshao gradually released her arm.

The next second, she suddenly moved closer to him, her soft hands cupping his cheeks. Shen Jingshao was caught off guard and looked into her smiling eyes.

She has a beautiful smile, and her eyes seem to sparkle.

Shen Jingshao didn't move or speak, letting her hold him.

Wen Yixing looked at Shen Jingshao's face. He had a high nose bridge and beautiful eyes, a kind of beauty different from Fang Shiyan's.

For some reason, Wen Yixing suddenly lowered her head and kissed his thin lips.

His lips were much softer than she had imagined.

The hand around her waist tightened slightly, and Wen Yixing made no attempt to hide her thoughts.

Her gaze fell on his lips, and she asked him softly with curiosity, "Shen Jingshao, do you know how to kiss?"