In the narrow train compartment, under the dim light.
Mo Nanze wrapped one arm around Lu Yinfeng's waist and tightly grasped her wrist, his breathing heavy.
"Be good, I've been a bit busy lately and haven't been able to break away to take care of you at the hospital," Mo Nanze whispered, "Don't get yourself sick again."
The car window behind Lu Yinfeng slowly rose.
Deprived of the cool breeze's wanton gusts, Lu Yinfeng suddenly felt a wave of heat.
She swallowed dryly, her gaze becoming bewildered.
Lu Yinfeng bowed her head, her forehead resting against Mo Nanze's chest, her nose, separated by a layer of fabric, faintly brushing against his skin.
Mo Nanze's body was burning hot.
The more inadvertent these provocations were, the more they excited Mo Nanze.
His broad, warm palm slid up along Lu Yinfeng's spine, gripped her neck, and with a slight force, Lu Yinfeng involuntarily tilted her head back.
The two were so close, their breaths intermingling, the ambiguity burgeoning.