Out of control and sinking

The hallway was noisy and chaotic, but Feng Meiling only had eyes for Si Chen, looking up at his handsome face.

Si Chen and Bo Ye look completely different. Bo Ye is aloof and looks like he's not someone to mess with.

Si Chen is handsome and gentle. Apart from his sharp tongue and constant bickering and arguing with her, he actually has a very good personality.

Feng Meiling grew up with him and naturally knew his personality very well.

Actually, being sarcastic or mean-spirited can be quite nice.

If he were a dullard, rigid and old-fashioned, how boring would that be?

Feng Meiling liked his interesting personality; otherwise, she wouldn't have fallen for him.

"Si Chen." The person in his arms called his name. Si Chen looked down and met her pitiful little face: "Hmm, what's wrong?"

"Do you think no one will like me?" Feng Meiling pouted, pretending to be drunk, she said whatever came to mind: "I'm not gentle, I'm not cute, I'm just not naturally likable, men probably don't like my type, right?"

Si Chen chuckled, teasing her, "Don't you call yourself a heartthrob? Even the heartthrob Miss Feng has moments of self-doubt?"

"Go to hell, waaaaah..."

Feng Meiling's eyes reddened: "You bullied me too."

Seeing that the person was about to cry, Si Chen immediately backed down: "No, no, don't cry, I was just teasing you."

"How could no one like you? There are plenty of people who do. You can't lose confidence in all men just because you met one jerk, right?"

"But tell me, who's that guy you were flirting with? I should know everyone you know. If he dares to bully you, damn it, I'll bankrupt his family!"

The tone can be as domineering as you want.

Feng Meiling blinked, her dark eyes shining. How come she had never noticed before that Si Chen was actually quite handsome?

These words really struck a chord with her.

"I won't tell." She looked pitiful. She rubbed her face against his chest, smelling the faint scent of pine and cypress, and the smell of smoke: "It's too embarrassing."

Si Chen's ears turned even redder as she rubbed against him, and he couldn't help but say, "Don't rub against me like that."

Upon hearing this, Feng Meiling stubbornly retorted, "I'll rub against you, I'll rub against you, I'll make you furious."

Her little face rubbed against his chest.

Si Chen: "..."

He took a deep breath and forced himself to endure it.

His cheeks and ears were burning red. Feng Meiling was testing his limits.

Si Chen gritted his teeth and kept telling him he was immature.

Damn, he's over twenty years old.

Do you know that you shouldn't just snuggle up to a man in his twenties?
fool.

Upon reaching the bar, Si Chen greeted the receptionist and said he could simply swipe their card.

I frequent this place and am a VIP customer.

The receptionist knows them all.

She even thoughtfully opened the door for Si Chen.

Si Chen carried Feng Meiling down the steps, opened the car door, and placed her in the passenger seat.

Feng Meiling also wrapped her arm around his neck.

The two closed the distance between them in an instant.

The car was dark inside, with the lights off.

The streetlights shone in gently.

The soft light seemed to create an atmosphere.

Between the lightning and flint.

Just as Si Chen was about to look up and grab her arm, Feng Meiling suddenly looked up and their lips met in a kiss.

Si Chen was completely dumbfounded.

His eyes were as wide as Tongling's.

Did you...kiss?
Did he kiss Feng Meiling?
Holy crap! Holy crap!
Feng Meiling, however, kept her eyes closed, appearing drunk and unaware of anything.

In reality, he understands everything.

His lips still feel quite warm.

Feng Meiling had wanted to kiss him for a long time.

She deliberately teased him, as if to leave him with some memories, and then casually licked it.