Lin Lu got out of the car with her cheeks flushed red, her body burning hot, and her lipstick completely eaten away.
She was completely dazed from the kisses.
"Cheng Zhu, goodbye, goodbye!" As she said farewell, she spoke hurriedly, sounding like she was making an escape.
Cheng Zhu had asked her to fix his tie, and with just a light pull, the two ended up kissing.
At that moment, Little Lu felt like her little head was going to explode; the kiss was intoxicating.
Their denim-clad legs were tightly squeezed together against the car seats, fitting snugly.
But their knees would occasionally rub against each other ever so lightly.
As the kissing went on, the kind of bodily reflex she had felt that Christmas night in the park resurfaced, and she realized it was time to make a dash for it.
"You scoundrel, who does this kind of thing before getting down to serious business!" she thought to herself, standing in front of the elevator with her cheeks blushing.
