The feeling in my heart is finally clear

  Uh...

  "The front brake pads are worn out, and even with tools, you need to check the wear condition. You often drive roughly and hastily, the engine is already severely damaged." Nian Boyan casually pulled out a few tissues from her car and wiped his hands, saying matter-of-factly: "Either change the car or overhaul the engine."

  Regretting what had happened at the beginning, another silver was gone.

  "First push the car to the side of the road, at least don't block other people's cars."

  "I... I can't push it..."

  Nian Baiyan's eyes were deeply fixed on her, he loosened his tie with one hand and pulled it off directly hanging it around her neck, "I told you to push, get in the car."

  "Ah?" Su Ye only reacted now, but saw that he had already turned around and walked to the back of the car. Feeling embarrassed, she also cooperated with him to push the car together.

  His figure in the rearview mirror, with sturdy and powerful arms, a white shirt collar button undone, revealing a hint of robust chest muscles, truly lived up to the description "top-notch" at this moment.

  The car was soon moved to the side of the road, and the traffic on Zheng Street gradually returned to normal. Su Ye felt a twinge of guilt and for a moment forgot about his usual calm and collected demeanor from earlier at the restaurant, taking out a bottle of mineral water from the car to wash his hands.

  "Going home?" He asked casually yet seriously.

  Su Ye nodded, having had a tiring day of classes and then rushing around on the road.

  Nian Baiyan didn't say a word, looked at her for a moment, then suddenly reached out and covered her face with his hand, startling her to take a step back, staring at him in shock. His expression was slightly helpless, and his tone was somewhat amused, "Can I still eat you? Your face is dirty."

  She only felt self-righteous, standing there, biting her lip hard. Yan Bojian stepped forward again, seeing that she didn't escape this time, his lips slightly softened, and he stretched out his hand to gently wipe away the dirt from the corner of her mouth with the moisture on his fingertips, unable to help but say, "If I didn't know better, I'd think you've been drinking gasoline."

  If this scene were to be seen by an outsider, it would undoubtedly be taken as the opening of a idol drama. Let's not talk about the female lead for now, just take the male lead, being tall and handsome is naturally the primary condition, more importantly, his eyes and tone at this moment. She believes that in the eyes of outsiders, Yan Bo's eyes are gentle, like a pool of ink in the night sky, deep but with kindness.

  The tone that fell on her ear was somewhat playful, but the words seemed to be pampering a child. Pampering? Maybe it was just her illusion.

  So, she couldn't help but get involved and unexpectedly became the female lead in a second-rate idol drama. She only felt a surge of heat rising from her chest to her throat, and then gradually spreading to her cheeks. At this moment, she realized that being the female lead wasn't as comfortable as she had imagined.

  At least she can't be at ease.

  Her lips were slightly stained with the breath of Yan Bo's fingers, and her dry heat probably came from this. His fingers seemed to be casual yet powerful, but when they brushed against her cheek, they deliberately lightened their strength. The night was shrouded in a soft glow, mixed with the initial beauty of the lanterns, which fell on his shoulders like a dream.

  And he also felt the softness of the woman's lip corners, this softness unintentionally conquered some rationality, his fingers did not move away immediately, and subconsciously slid along her lips to the edge of her mouth, gently stroking the contours of her lips. After feeling the woman's red lips slightly trembling, Yan Baiyan looked into her eyes as if they were tinged with warmth.