His eyes gleamed intensely as he looked at her, forcibly causing the "I can't" at the tip of her tongue to retreat back down her throat.
She couldn't help but swallow, looking into his pair of black eyes, "We're outside now… we could be seen."
Song Sinian seemed to have grasped the crux of the matter, his hand shot up, slamming the car door shut with a bang, his voice growing closer, "No one will come at this time."
Moreover, this was the film crew's parking lot, and now there was only their car left.
His license plate was so conspicuous that even if someone accidentally wandered in, seeing his license plate would let them know who was inside.
Anyone who didn't want to court disaster wouldn't come over to disturb them.
Song Sinian had never felt as thankful for his own status as he did today.
"Are you sure?" Lu Zhaozhao's little hand clutched at Song Sinian's collar, feeling his increasingly heavy breath, her heart also lost its rhythm.
