Junscher carried her to the parking lot.
Yun Ci lowered her eyes, her hair covering her face. She had no expression on her face, but her heart was beating fast. She closed her fingers and grasped the shirt on his back bit by bit.
Uncle Zou was not here.
Junscher carried Yun ci to the passenger seat and bent down to fasten her seatbelt. This posture almost wrapped her whole body in his arms.
Yun Ci’s body stiffened. As long as she raised her head slightly, she could even kiss the man’s chin.
Their breaths intertwined with each other, adding an indescribable sense of intimacy.
Junsi closed the car door and circled back to the driver’s seat.
On the way, they looked at each other without saying a word.
The atmosphere in the car was inexplicably a little depressing.
The man put one hand on the steering wheel and looked straight ahead, his side face cold.
A moment later, he suddenly asked, “Your Foot is injured. Do you need to go to the hospital?”