This Is... Her Son? (12)
His heart was beating beside his ears.
His breath was filled with the familiar scent.
Qiao Yuanfei was too nervous just now. Her hand subconsciously supported his thigh, as if she could hear him gasping.
Her face was red as she apologized.
Fortunately, Fan Yu did not care.
He just held her arm and did not let go for a long time.
Qiao yuanfei gradually came back to her senses and turned her head to look outside the car.
It was pitch black and nothing could be seen.
She was just about to raise her head when fan Yu pressed her head down.
He told her not to move.
"The reporters haven't left yet?"Qiao yuanfei asked carefully.
Her voice was very low.
"Yes, they haven't left."
Fan Yu held her waist with one hand and the back of her head with the other, holding her whole body in his arms.
He narrowed his eyes slightly and answered without even looking out of the window.