Pei Zhi smiled but did not say anything.
He put his arm around Lin Jiao's waist and got into the car with her.
Because of the designated driver, he raised the partition in the middle to isolate the front and back.
In the quiet environment, Lin Jiao nodded off and quickly fell asleep.
Seeing that her head was about to hit the window, Pei Zhi quickly reached out and pulled her into his arms.
He looked at her sleeping face and placed his palm on the top of her head, caressing it gently.
Perhaps because she felt safe, she grabbed his collar and rubbed her face against his chest.
This act of dependence made Pei Zhi almost lose his rationality.
He lowered his head and kissed her forehead gently.
Lin Jiao, who did not feel anything, leaned against him obediently, but his heart was beating like a drum.
He suppressed the urge to cross the line and touched the place he had kissed. His fingertips felt like they were on fire.
