The Gentle Psychiatrist (28)

Cheng Ying could not keep his eyes off Yue Ran, who was sitting in the driver's seat of the car. This kind of meticulous care and treatment towards him was nice. Very nice. It was warm. Cheng Ying felt that he had gradually gotten used to it and was even addicted to this kind of intimacy that belonged only to the two of them.

However, one thing kept getting stuck in his mind: the red collar necklace.

When the sun shone down, the golden heart-shaped lock dangling from the collar around his neck glowed faintly, glinting conspicuously and brightly with the illumination of light from outside of the car window.