Chen Qianmo endlessly kissed Yan Qingruo's lips, sweet kisses falling like raindrops on Yan Qingruo's face and lips.
His forehead pressed against Yan Qingruo's, both faces adorned with happy smiles, their fingers interlocked, hearts brimming with the taste of bliss.
On the other side, Jian Shuyao got into Chu Anche's car, resettling herself in the passenger seat.
She wore Chu Anche's clothes, barefoot, her high heels missing after the scuffle with the street thugs.
Chu Anche glanced at her, noting that she still tightly hugged her arms, clearly not yet recovered from the day's assaults and scares.
Seeing her lips cracked from the bites she had just received, Chu Anche handed her a bottle of mineral water from the car.
Jian Shuyao started, then took it, and said softly, "Thank you."
She seemed like a startled little bunny, any slight rustle of grass likely to jolt her from her daze.
Chu Anche's heart softened slightly, and he said, "Let's head back first."