Could he not be so over the top?
However, beneath Fu Minghan's gentle façade was the epitome of cold ruthlessness.
As he kissed her tears away, he aggressively demanded, "Because you imitate her, I will love you even more."
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Qin Wan sat in the passenger seat, observing the man focused on driving next to her.
Thinking about what had just happened, she felt somewhat anxious.
Her lips slightly puckered, she could still feel the residual warmth he had left on them.
And the lingering touch that hadn't completely faded.
Her gaze shifted to his large hand holding the steering wheel, then to his arm.
"Your wound healed so quickly?"
"No."
Mu Shaochen turned his eyes to meet hers, his lips curling slightly.
"Then, stop the car up ahead, and I'll drive."
She had wanted to ask Mu Shaochen to let her drive since he offered to drive her in the morning.
But for certain reasons, she didn't in the end.
