Lu Huan leaned over and kissed the corner of her lips, then rubbed her cheek twice. "Since you haven't said anything, I thought you were unhappy."

"No."

"My mother likes you very much."

Lu Huan lifted her up and held her on his lap, his right hand circling her slender waist, "What about you?"

Su Qingci ignored the itch on her waist and pretended to be stupid: "What?"

Lu Huan continued to ask: "Do you like me?"

"I like it." After saying that, she hid in Lu Huan's arms and forgot about what happened to the man just now.

Lu Huan hugged her and laughed softly twice, holding her tighter with his hands.

Su Qingci wanted to hide, but Lu Huan grabbed her and held the back of her head with one hand, then pressed his soft lips and tongue against hers.

Su Qingci's mind was blank, but she still remembered what Liu Jingru had said to her, so she obediently let Lu Huan do what he wanted.

The sweet and smooth saliva entwined, sucked, and touched, and every part seemed to be on fire.

His lips were so soft; his head was so flexible; the refreshing scent on his body surrounded her so strongly that she couldn't escape.

This feeling is like being addicted.

The night wind was blowing noisily, and that night's wind was like an invisible big hand, pushing open the curtain of the carriage.

Su Qingci didn't know that the sight of her nestling in Lu Huan's arms and kissing him had been completely seen by a strange man on another parallel line.

Lu Huan's kisses fell on her densely, and there were constant slight gasps surrounding her, and her breathing became disordered.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, but the two people were kissing passionately and fascinated.

Suddenly, a light laugh in the night sky brought Su Qingci back to reality.

She was stunned for a few seconds, her heart pounding, not knowing whether it was because of the throbbing in her heart or because of nervousness.

"What's wrong?" Lu Huan held the back of her head with his hand, and his warm breath sprayed on her face.

"Did you hear anything just now?"

Lu Huan's eyes were filled with lust, and Su Qingci could even feel the reaction from under him.

"I heard it."

"I heard your heartbeat, your breathing, and... the sound of your teeth colliding."

With a chuckle, Lu Huan kissed the corner of her lips again, taking away a trace of water.

"Qingci." His hand slowly moved up from the waist and rested on a plump spot that seemed to be too full to be fully grasped.

Lu Huan took a deep breath, as if suppressing something. He pressed it gently, his voice hoarse, "Qingci, I regret it."

"I want it."

Su Qingci knew what he was referring to.

“It’s so uncomfortable.”

He swirled his fingers in circles, trying to arouse her interest. "Give it to me when we get home...okay?"