The two of them held each other tightly, unwilling to part, while Yang Fei looked at Chen Ke with a mischievous smile.
"So, where are we going?"
The grievances and melancholy in Chen Ke's heart had already vanished to the nine heavens under Yang Fei's playful affection.
She clung tightly to Yang Fei's arm, her eyes glistening as if ready to overflow, murmuring, "Let's go to my place; it's not far from here."
Yang Fei was overjoyed, scooped up Chen Ke in a swift motion, and tossed her directly onto the passenger seat of the BMW.
Then, he started the car, and with the low rumble of the engine, the red BMW sped off like a flash of lightning.
Although Chen Ke hadn't been with Yang Fei for long, she had endured quite a bit of his antics back in Zhonghai.
Each time, Chen Ke felt as if she was on the brink of life and death but absolutely adored the sensation.
Chen Ke was different from Lin Xueyi and Zhang Lifang.
