Sitting in the car, Fu Weiheng started the engine, and a clear violin melody spread with the sound of ignition, instantly breaking the silence inside the car.
Su Wan fastened her seatbelt, noticing Fu Weiheng's solemn expression. She couldn't help but find it endearing, so she asked knowingly, "What's wrong?"
Fu Weiheng buckled his seatbelt, placing his hand on the steering wheel, "Sit tight."
As soon as he spoke, a pleasant and fragrant scent filled the air. Fu Weiheng turned his head, and in the next second, soft lips gently pressed against his own, then quickly left.
For a moment, Fu Weiheng's breathing was disrupted. Su Wan smiled, her eyes clear and bright like water, "I'm fine, don't be upset, Neil."
Fu Weiheng's heart softened instantly. He reached out to caress her neck and kissed her forehead, his voice gentle, "Where do you want to go?"
Su Wan took out her phone, opened an app, and held it up to him with a smile, "How about we go see a movie?"
