Don't Think I Can't Hold A Knife

Yuan Haoyang kissed her again and again. He could not bear to let go.

"Ahem, can I drive now?" The designated driver couldn't stand it anymore.

Only then did Lin Wenyu realize that the designated driver had already arrived. She was so embarrassed that her eyes turned red again. Tears welled up in her eyes as she forced herself to sit up straight as if nothing had happened.

"Okay, please drive slowly." Yuan Haoyang coughed lightly and said to Lin Wenyu, "Call me when you arrive."

He watched Lin Wenyu's car leave and knew he wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.

Now that he couldn't kiss her, he would dream of doing other things to her. He just didn't dare to be rude. Now that he had taken a step forward, wouldn't such dreams tire him out?

After he went back, everyone cheered. "Brother Haoyang, it's your first kiss!"

"Brother Haoyang, treat us to a drink!"