C83 Don't Laugh

When everything stopped, Jian Yinuo took a few deep breaths. She calmed her breathing. In the back seat of the small car, Leng Shaoting needed to hold her tightly in his arms. She couldn't fall off the seat. Leng Shaoting's breath lingered around her. Every inch of her skin carried Leng Shaoting's warmth.

Jian Yinuo could no longer pretend that nothing had happened