Thinking of this, Ling Momo silently organized her words and was about to speak when, unexpectedly, the car came to a sudden stop.
Ling Momo couldn't help but feel a stir of suspicion in the pit of her stomach.
Why had the car stopped?
Hadn't they arrived at the hospital?
As she was lost in her wild guesses, the sound of the engine shutting down reached her ears, mingled with the click of the seat belt being unbuckled. Before she could recover from her bewilderment, the man sitting beside her suddenly turned and leaned in close to her.
Ling Momo smelled that faint, tranquil scent, followed by the warmth of his breath drawing near.
Finally, Ling Momo could distinctly feel the man's lips hovering very, very close to her own...
His breathing was light, misting over her face.
Ling Momo immediately held her breath, and despite herself, a flush spread across her cheeks.
Her hand, subconsciously, grasped at her own clothes.
