"Arrived?" Noticing the car had stopped, Mu Wanqing came back to her senses, grabbed her phone and bag, and was about to get out. Suddenly, she remembered something and turned around.
She looked at the man who had been silent all the way, leaned in unprecedentedly and kissed him, and didn't forget to console him: "I'm not complaining that you're old, but worried about your lack of restraint being bad for your health. There's plenty of time ahead, lots of chances—you don't have to be in such a hurry every day, do you?"
With just this one line, Mr. Wen's cloudy mood immediately turned sunny.
"Isn't it because it's been a while that I acted this way? You make it sound like I have no sense of gentleness at all."
If they maintained that frequency every day, her body wouldn't be able to take it either.
The two exchanged glances, their expressions tinged with shy ambiguity.
After kissing him, Mu Wanqing withdrew, "Alright, I'm leaving now."