Chapter 134 Chapter 134

Kwon Ji-yong appeared calm and composed, but his palms were sweating with nervousness. By the time he saw Kwon Dal-mi's message, it was already evening. He rushed back from the filming location almost immediately, only to be caught in rush hour traffic. Fortunately, he made it in time.

He couldn't believe it. Lia had just obediently let him hold her hand as they walked quietly through the underground garage. His heart had been hanging high in his chest until this moment. Did she forgive him? What should he say?

Quan Zhilong hadn't felt this way in a long time—like a clumsy newbie who'd never been in love, anxiously guessing what another person was thinking. In the basement, in a row of parking spaces near the elevator, were several of his family's cars. His Bentley was among them.

But the car was too conspicuous after all, and the fans knew the license plate, so he took Kwon Dami's keys. It wasn't until they were both in the car that he suddenly realized that Lia's mood was not right. —— Too quiet. Whether he said he would send her,

He opened the passenger door for her. She was as quiet as a ghost, obediently cooperating with his actions without a single response. He tilted his head to say something, but Lia didn't look at him. She just fiddled with the photo.

The dim interior light illuminated her profile, her long eyelashes casting a small shadow beneath her eyes. Her nose was straight, her lips pursed, the small photo quietly tucked between her fingers, revealing no emotion. It was strange.

He had always been good at reading people's expressions. But whenever he was in her presence, it seemed as if this skill had failed him. He couldn't tell if she was still angry. Nor could he tell if she was still angry about him. He was silent for a moment, looking away, and turning the key.

The engine roared, and the night receded inch by inch outside the car window. Streetlights and shadows flashed past, and the silver-white car body disappeared into the darkness. ... Lia was silent all the way. Quan Zhilong's appearance,

She quickly understood the truth of the matter—Kwon Dami's awkward delay and his untimely appearance. She should have been angry. She really should have been. But instead of being angry, she seemed to be too calm. She turned her head to look at him.

He seemed relaxed, his fingers tapping the steering wheel rhythmically, half leaning back in his chair. But the flickering light from the street lamp cast a shadow, and she could clearly see his lips pursed, his brows furrowed. He was nervous.

Lia came to a conclusion. She had never understood him. Even when he was right next to her, even when he spoke his mind, she couldn't help but guess, couldn't help but speculate.

The secret love she had felt during her teenage years had clouded her vision. He was first her idol, then her boyfriend. But he wasn't a god. She breathed a sigh of relief.

Like the mist dispersing, she finally realized that the obsessions that had plagued her were nothing more than a tiny shadow. Like a bystander, she calmly examined her own delusions. —She still liked him.

She couldn't even imagine that in her future life, she would still like another person as much as she did now. But the obsession had dissipated. The obsession to possess him, to possess him constantly, had dissipated.

A dream is a dream because it cannot be grasped. Just like him. * Before he knew it, the car had arrived downstairs. Quan Zhilong naturally registered with the security guard and drove into the temporarily rented parking space.

The engine was turned off, and the small space inside the car suddenly became too quiet. Lia unbuckled her seat belt, smiled, and raised the photo in her hand: "Thank you. Oppa, go back and rest early too." Quan Zhilong was stunned for a moment, and a panic suddenly surged in his heart.

He subconsciously reached out and locked the car. With a "click," the crisp sound of the lock rang out in the car. Lia was stunned, her fingertips still on the door handle. After hesitating for a moment, she slowly withdrew her hand and turned to look at the driver's seat.

Quan Zhilong's hand fell on the car lock, and his breathing became heavier. "...Don't go." His eyes fell on her moistly, and while trying to maintain his dignity, he silently begged for mercy.

He lowered himself so low, as if he would do anything if she just nodded. Lia felt as if a needle pricked her heart. But she had just made up her mind and didn't want to be dragged around again.

She lowered her eyes, exhaled, and looked back up at him. "Isn't it good to be friends?" She was truly confused. She had never been able to truly possess him—even when he lowered himself. She loved him.

But she didn't want to go back to the days where she had to rely on him for a little happiness, a little freedom. That was the inability to control her anxiety and fear. Quan Zhilong was stunned.

Her gaze was like a blunt knife, slowly stirring in his heart. He reached out and covered her eyes. He dared not look directly into that calm, clear gaze—it was like a mirror, revealing him nowhere.

Lia only had time to see him reach out his hand before her vision was obscured. In the darkness, her other senses were amplified.

Suddenly, a light touch fell on her lips, and the delicate breath touched her nose. His kiss was cautious, gentle, like a test, or even a plea. The familiar intimacy made her respond subconsciously. It was only for a moment.

He immediately caught this hint of response, as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw.

The force on his lips suddenly increased, and his other hand grasped her chin, holding it roughly, not allowing her to retreat. His body also moved closer, half leaning over her, trapping her firmly between the seat and himself.

Their lips parted, only to be eagerly reconnected the next second, accompanied by a wet, hot, and ambiguous sound. She subconsciously tried to turn her head, but he caught her, and every slight struggle was swallowed up by a deeper, entwined kiss.

Eager, urgent, and filled with unconcealed desire and possession, she was trapped in this small space, and at first could only passively endure. But beneath the almost coercive force, she felt a humble desire—a plea for a response.

The tenderness between their lips and teeth had changed without them realizing it. Her heart trembled, and she subconsciously grasped his sleeve, finally responding to him. ... It took an unknown amount of time before her hot breath gradually calmed down.

The fingertips that had been covering his eyes slid down to her lips, caressing them gently with a touch of affection and reluctance. Then, he leaned in and placed a very light, soothing kiss. It was undeniable that Quan Zhilong was a great kisser.

The lack of oxygen made Lia feel dizzy. After the kiss, she even had a ridiculous thought: What if friends could kiss?... She thought this in her mind, but she subconsciously said it out loud.

By the time she realized what was happening, Quan Zhilong was already frozen in place. He was processing Lia's bombshell, unable to control his expression, which shifted again and again, from frightened to majestic. —A friend you can kiss?

Was he praising him for his kissing skills? This thought flashed through his mind, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up a little, but he suppressed it again. Lia was also shocked by herself.

But seeing Quan Zhilong's face turning pale and blue, and his rare look of being humiliated, she couldn't help but want to tease him.

"Oppa said we want to be friends, either as ordinary friends, or..." He stopped halfway through his words and didn't feel comfortable continuing, "Anyway, you choose." Quan Zhilong was choked and speechless for a while.

I wonder if this is a good sign. At least, it's better than just being friends, right? He was lost in thought when Lia glanced at the time on the dashboard. He keenly caught her gaze, afraid she'd regret it the next second.

Without waiting for her to think about it, she blurted out her agreement: "Okay." After that, he simply leaned over and wanted to kiss her again. The moment their lips were about to touch, Lia raised her hand to block it.

Quan Zhilong paused, a look of grievance in his eyes, as if accusing her of being ruthless. Maintaining this almost touching distance, he whispered, "Didn't you say we could kiss?"

Lia forced herself to remain calm, ignoring the breath spraying on her palms, and turned her head away from his bewitching eyes. "When I say it's okay."

Her voice was hurried, as if she was afraid of regretting it. She didn't hesitate any longer, leaning out from the side, unlocking the car with one hand, pushing the door open and hastily jumping out. The door slammed shut, sending a cold breeze in, taking away the remaining warmth from the car.

Quan Zhilong sat there in a daze for a long time before he raised his hand to press his brows together, unable to help but let out a low laugh. His heart was beating wildly. He was clearly being rejected, and he should have been angry, but he felt the blood in his body was rapidly pumping.

He sat there quietly for a while, until his breathing gradually calmed down, then he slowly turned the key, started the engine and left.

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