Feng Yi's eyelashes fluttered. Half-closing his eyes like a drowsy cat being stroked, he murmured, "Blow on it."

Qiao Li dabbed and blew gently.

He slumped further against the seat, practically melting into a puddle. "Kiss it too."

Qiao Li's heart melted at his soft, silly demeanor. Cupping his face, she kissed him softly on the mouth.

Feng Yi's eyes widened, sparkling and moist. "It still hurts."

Qiao Li kissed him again.

Feng Yi, satisfied, nuzzled his cheek against her palm.

Qiao Li stroked his chin with her finger. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have spoken to you like that earlier."

Feng Yi stopped nuzzling and blinked at her.

"Are you mad at me?" Qiao Li asked.

Feng Yi lowered his lashes, his dark eyes darting back and forth as his inner self debated. Finally, the mischievous, calculating Feng Yi won.

"Mmm, a little." He pretended to pull away from her touch, lifting his head a mere centimeter.

Guilt gnawed at Qiao Li. "I didn't mean to snap at you. I was just worried."

Feng Yi suppressed a smile, his inner imp gloating.

He lifted his head another centimeter. Qiao Li quickly cupped his face again. He feigned resistance, moving another half centimeter. After this charade, he remained nestled in her hand.

"I'm sorry. Don't be angry," Qiao Li coaxed.

Feng Yi kept his thick lashes lowered, his pale face a picture of pitiful innocence, the long scratch on his cheek looking all the more stark. "I'm not angry. I'm just… sad."

Thinking he was genuinely upset, Qiao Li awkwardly withdrew her hand, not wanting to "force" contact.

Feng Yi's sadness intensified dramatically.

The six-foot-tall man curled up in the passenger seat, the picture of misery, muttering softly, "Need cuddles." The repetition slipped out from his earlier playful use of the word.

"Okay, okay." Qiao Li struggled to contain her laughter, leaning over to kiss him. He turned his head away petulantly, curling into a tighter ball.

Yet, he kept an eye on her, noticing she couldn't reach him properly over the center console. He subtly shifted closer.

Qiao Li was about to burst out laughing. "Alright, Feng Yi, may I please kiss you?"

Feng Yi blushed, turning back, shyly. After ensuring Qiao Li wasn't annoyed by his childish behavior, he leaned in, kissing her cheek, then her lips.

The sun was high in the sky, and the parking lot was empty, but he still felt shy kissing in the car in broad daylight.

He tentatively licked her lower lip. When she didn't object, he deepened the kiss, his tongue gently exploring her mouth.

His eyes were half-open, constantly gauging her reaction. His cheeks were flushed, his ears burning crimson. His eyelashes fluttered, a mixture of shyness and delight.

Qiao Li began to respond, and his breath hitched. Closing his eyes, he forgot his initial gentleness, matching her rhythm, his tongue tracing the inside of her mouth, sucking on her soft tongue.

His kisses grew more insistent, leaving Qiao Li breathless, and she pulled back slightly.

He immediately followed, half-kneeling on the passenger seat, pressing her against the backrest as the kiss deepened. Finally, gasping for air, he pulled away, resting his head in the crook of her neck, reluctant to move.

When he remained there for a long time, Qiao Li gently stroked the back of his neck, urging him to sit up.

His reaction was startling. He shuddered, letting out a strange groan.

A bead of sweat trickled down Qiao Li's temple. "...Are you alright?" A sense of foreboding washed over her.

Feng Yi's blush deepened, his entire body flushed. He squirmed, burying his face deeper, refusing to answer.

Suspicious, Qiao Li glanced down, but his position blocked her view. She reached out, her hand tentatively exploring downwards.

Feng Yi hesitated, but didn't pull away.

Her fingers brushed against a hard, hot bulge.

The moment she touched him, Feng Yi tensed, instinctively thrusting his hips forward, grinding against her palm.