He kissed her forehead.
Wen Ran's shoulders tensed up in nervousness.
Fortunately, it was just a quick, fleeting kiss.
Fu Chenlie pulled back and, with one hand on the car door, looked at her and said, "The hugs and kisses we missed these past few days, we'll make up for them all after the banquet ends and we're back home."
Wen Ran was just about to say something in response.
Bang—
He shut the car door.
Through the windshield, she watched as he walked around the front of the car, got into the driver's seat, started the engine, and slightly furrowed her brow.
Was he intentionally stopping her from talking just now?
Who even talks about wanting to make up for hugs and kisses?
It's been two or three days; if we're making up for everything, how long would the hugging and kissing take?
Wouldn't it… end up getting out of hand?!
Wen Ran's thoughts ran wild because of that one sentence from him, filling the entire ride.