The two walked away, and Wen Yixing didn't hear what they said afterward.
She looked up and saw Shen Jingshao's car driving up.
There were too many people here, mostly elderly uncles and aunts. Wen Yixing didn't want to become the subject of their gossip, so she gestured to Shen Jingshao not to get out of the car and that she would go over by herself.
Shen Jingshao obediently didn't get out of the car, but opened the car door for her when she got in.
Wen Yixing got into the car, bent down to fasten her seatbelt, and asked, "You haven't eaten yet, what would you like to eat?"
Shen Jingshao: "Either is fine."
She wore a light-colored dress today, paired with a silver necklace.
From Shen Jingshao's angle, he could just see the small mole on her fair neck.
Shen Jingshao watched for a while, then subtly looked away.
After Wen Yixing finished speaking, she looked up and smiled unconsciously in her bright eyes: "How about hot pot?"
Shen Jingshao stared at her smile for a moment, then said, "Okay, I really like hot pot."
Wen Yixing said softly, "Really? I like it too. Can you eat spicy food?"
Hot pot without spice is soulless; Wen Yixing actually loves super spicy hot pot.
Although Wen Yixing's contact with Shen Jingshao has become more and more frequent these days, there are still some things they are not familiar with, such as her not really knowing his tastes.
Shen Jingshao: "Yes, I can eat it."
While driving, Shen Jingshao looked at her again. She was in a good mood, and her eyes always had a faint smile.
Shen Jingshao gripped the steering wheel: "You seem very happy today."
Wen Yixing nodded and said sincerely, "Of course I'm happy to be divorced."
I can't explain why, I'm just very happy.
As the car drove through the underpass, darkness enveloped the surroundings. Wen Yixing looked up at Shen Jingshao sitting next to her.
She whispered, "Thank you too."
Just because he didn't say something doesn't mean she didn't know; he had indeed helped her a lot.
Her voice was soft, as if a feather were falling on his heart.
Shen Jingshao gripped the steering wheel tightly. He glanced at her, then slowly pulled the car over to the side of the road.
Wen Yixing was a little confused. She looked up and met his deep eyes.
They were both adults, and Wen Yixing understood what he was thinking.
Neither of them spoke.
The atmosphere in the car was slowly building.
A faint scent of bamboo enveloped the air, and Wen Yixing saw that his eyes were frighteningly dark.
He stopped even though he was very close.
His voice was hoarse and barely audible as he asked her, "I want to kiss you, is that okay?"
The car was quiet, and it was as if Wen Yixing could hear the sound of his heartbeat.
Does someone like him get nervous?
Just as she was lost in thought, he tentatively kissed her.
A gentle kiss landed on the corner of her lips.
The moment her lips touched his, Wen Yixing felt an electric current run through her body.
He always gave her a feeling that was both strange and familiar.
This time, it was different from the kiss that night.
She was not drunk, nor did she lose consciousness.
She was fully aware of it.
His kiss.
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