Cool, smooth, and soft to the touch, like a feather, gently passing by but stirring an unusual tremor.
A faint scent of hair wafted through, lingering at his nose.
Leng Zimo took a light breath; the smell was fresh and clean, not overly fragrant. He liked it very much.
Luo Xiaoqian considerately released his "injured leg" and when straightening up, reminded him, "Bend it a little inward, it won't touch the wound that way."
"Alright."
He responded softly.
Standing up, Luo Xiaoqian closed the car door, then walked back to the driver's side, opened the door, sat down, and buckled up. She glanced over at him and noticed he hadn't fastened his seatbelt.
"Seatbelt!"
Back then, whenever they were together, he would always remind her. Now, it was his turn to forget?
Leng Zimo pulled over the seatbelt and fastened it.
Only then did Luo Xiaoqian start the car, gradually driving out of the parking lot and onto the road.
"How's Momo's health?" Leng Zimo asked.
