The temperature inside the car quietly rose, and ambiguity fermented in the air.
No one knew how long it had been, Chu You drew back a little, his forehead against Nian Yuyu's, his voice husky and intoxicating.
"Why haven't you learned to breathe yet?"
Nian Yuyu's eyes reddened, and there seemed to be a shimmer in her eyes, rippling gently.
"Don't talk." She was extremely embarrassed, panting in short breaths, her soft voice coquettishly unsteady.
Chu You's gaze was deeper than the night outside, and his Adam's apple bobbed as he heard her voice.
"Then let me teach you again."
"Chu You!" Nian Yuyu glared at him, her eyes unintentionally seductive, captivating.
"Hmm?" Chu You chuckled softly, rubbing her nose, his voice low and hoarse, "Yuyu, I've been holding back all day, have some sympathy for me."
He pecked her lips, coaxing her, "Is that okay?"
Nian Yuyu held her breath, her cheeks burning red, and didn't answer.