"You look beautiful when you're asleep." Nian Junting blinked, looking at her. "Luo, I've missed you. The last three days felt like 30 years."
Luosang replied, "Your persuasiveness has improved during the past 30 years."
"Good girl." Nian Junting grinned as he unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned over to press his lips to hers. Luosang caught a whiff of the smell of disinfectant. It must have been because he had spent the last few days at the hospital.
In the dark, they fumbled about in the cramped space of the car. Luosang's palms were sweaty from anxiety, but she felt an unfamiliar sense of excitement. It was the first time they were doing this in public, in a car.
She kept looking out of the window, but Nian Junting kept turning her head back towards him. "Luo, you aren't focusing."
"I'm afraid the police will come," Luosang said, taking in a breath of warm air.