Do you even like me?

The car was filled with quiet breaths, the lingering heat of their kiss still pressing between them.

Chen Lin could feel the rapid beat of her heart beginning to slow, her pulse steadying as reality settled in.

Across from her, Wu Yuxuan ran a hand over his face, exhaling deeply before shaking his head slightly as if grounding himself.

A moment later, he resumed what he had been doing before—tending to her wrist.

Chen Lin frowned, watching as he carefully applied the cream over her bruises. "It doesn't hurt," she insisted, her voice firm but lacking real conviction.

Wu Yuxuan merely lifted his gaze, expression unreadable, before pressing his thumb deliberately against the sorest part of her wrist.

A sharp sting shot up her arm, and she let out a groan. "Ow!"

He arched a brow, his eyes wordlessly questioning her.