The man opened his arms, and she fell into his tight embrace, then their lips eagerly met, conveying their longing for each other through action.
They craved each other's warmth, greedily sucking in each other's breath, holding each other tightly, as if trying to meld into each other's flesh and blood.
The heavy rain soaked their clothes, but they felt nothing. After a long, passionate kiss, Si Ye opened the car door and had Chen Zhi get in first, after which he got in from the other side.
The car was warmer than the outside, and with the mixture of cold and warmth, Chen Zhi wrapped her arms around herself and couldn't help but sneeze.
"Here, dry yourself." Si Ye pulled out a clean towel to wipe the rain from her face and began to dry her hair, but Chen Zhi took the towel from him and rubbed it over her head by herself.
"You're wet too, you should also dry off." Chen Zhi went to pass the towel to him, but Si Ye pulled out another clean towel.
"I have one here."
