One touch and then leave.
The warmth of the kiss still seemed to linger.
Bai Su was taken aback, his peach blossom eyes reflecting the thin sunlight outside the window, shattering the spring light.
Rong Zhi let go of him, waved her hand, and left the room.
Long after she left, Bai Su finally snapped out of his shock, his lips curled up, and he involuntarily touched the spot she had touched, smiling gently and indulgently.
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At the training ground.
Four racing cars were speeding around the track in training.
With Ethan's connections in the racing world for many years, it wasn't difficult to rent a training ground, but the place they rented wasn't big.
The track was a bit short, and after two laps, it seemed a bit awkward.
Rong Zhi squinted slightly, standing in the stands, observing the few racing cars.
Ten minutes later, Ethan ran to her side with a few documents, "Miss Ying."
