Just before An Qing opened the car door, Leng Aojue pulled An Qing into his arms, followed by a long and deep kiss. An Qing slapped Leng Aojue, but Leng Aojue still did not do anything wrong. Leng Aojue accurately grasped An Qing's struggling little hand and continued to kiss her deeply. An Qing gave up her struggle at this moment and remained motionless, tears of despair left in the corners of her eyes. An, who was originally angelic, Qing was like an angel with broken wings at this moment, unable to fly. A silent tear streaked across An Qing's cheek and flowed into the affectionate Leng Aojue's mouth. Leng Aojue felt a salty taste. Leng Aojue suddenly opened his eyes and saw An Qing's appearance and her pale face. Leng Aojue's heart throbbed with pain. Leng Aojue hugged An Qing into his arms without saying a word, just holding and hugging her. . .