Super Sweet, 100\% Honeymoon-Chapter 877 - 865: Tender Moments (Part 1)

Ou Jue kept staring at her lips, his gaze gradually becoming more intense.

As if his body was out of his control, he slowly leaned towards Xiyan.

The face of the young girl slowly enlarged before his eyes.

Tonight was a full moon, its gentle and pure light flowed in through the car window.

Her skin, as smooth as mutton fat jade, seemed delicate enough to break with a blow, making her red lips even more enticing.

Ou Jue rested one hand on the steering wheel, while the other unconsciously stroked her cheek.

Gently, caressing.

His handsome face lowered bit by bit, his nose almost touching hers.

The girl’s breath was steady, softly brushing against his face, mingling with his own breath.

It felt like the temperature inside the car had risen a few degrees.

Just a little more and he could kiss those close red lips.

Just a little more.

But suddenly, a thought flashed across Ou Jue’s mind:

You don’t like her anymore now.

You don’t like Xia Xiyan anymore.

This thought pulled at Ou Jue’s rationality.

He stopped all his movements.

A few seconds later, Ou Jue sat up straight.

It was unknown how much time passed.

Xiyan woke up drowsily, only to find herself still in Ou Jue’s car.

She glanced at the time...

Ah, it was almost eleven at night.

She had slept for over an hour!

How did she just fall asleep like that?

Xiyan felt a bit annoyed and rubbed her eyes.

Right, where was Ou Jue?

She quickly lowered her hands and scanned the inside of the car.

There was no one in the driver’s seat anymore. She looked up and saw him standing outside the car.

Xiyan opened the car door and went down, saying to him, "I fell asleep, why didn’t you wake me up."

The man was wearing a black trench coat, his usually upright posture now relaxed as he leaned against the car engine in front, his right arm naturally hanging down, holding a cigarette between his index and middle fingers.

The cigarette tip flickered, making Ou Jue seem deeper than the night itself.

This guy, without needing to do anything intentional, could be so handsome that it was hard to look away.

He glanced at Xiyan indifferently, "If you’re awake, go back."

Xiyan asked again, "Why didn’t you wake me up and just kept waiting?"

He raised his arm and took a puff from the cigarette, resting his other hand on the hood, his body slightly leaning back, and blew a smoke ring towards the night sky.

His voice carried a hint of magnetism due to the cigarette, "I just wanted to be alone, doesn’t matter where, waking you up makes no difference."

Is that so?

Xiyan watched him smoke again, pursing her lips, and leaned closer, "Such a cold day, and you insist on staying outside the car alone, do you have a masochistic tendency?"

"None of your business."

"..." Xiyan really wanted to shout out loud, "I want to care."

She puffed her cheeks, watching Ou Jue gaze at the night sky, smoking as if no one else was there.

Suddenly, she moved closer and snatched the half-smoked cigarette.

Ou Jue was completely unprepared, an empty space between his fingers, he turned to look at her with confusion.

Then he saw Xiyan taking the cigarette he had smoked halfway, and she opened her mouth to take a puff.

His eyes darkened, Ou Jue straightened up, his voice deepened, "What are you doing!"

"Cough... cough cough..." Xiyan choked on the first draw of the cigarette, her face scrunching up.

This thing is so hard to smoke, why do people like it?