The lingering kiss came to a stop as they approached the Feng Family's gate.
The temperature in the backseat was high, the atmosphere charged, both gasping for breath.
"Seventh Young Master, should we stop and... rest for a while?" Chi He cautiously asked.
Gu Beicheng looked down at the girl in his arms who was still looking up at him, his Adam's apple involuntarily bobbing.
Her rosy cheeks, her eyes gleaming with emotion, seemed inviting.
But before he could respond, Xia Yinian caught on.
She blinked her eyes, immediately shaking her head.
Gu Beicheng suddenly felt parched, he diverted his gaze, cleared his throat, "Just go in."
The voice, full of unfulfilled desire, was so hoarse that he could barely hear himself.
"Yes, Seventh Young Master," answered Chi He, also feeling uncomfortable.
Suddenly, he felt that the Seventh Young Master was pitiable, really pitiable.
Continuing to endure like this, could a blood vessel burst... and lead to death?
