"Rumble—" The roar of the engine sounded, and the dashboard lit up with dazzling animations, illuminating Lingling’s delicate face. The car slowly started, driving onto the city’s main road, heading south. Though Lingling was a bit nervous, her handling was fairly steady. The night was as dark as ink, with streetlights casting a soft glow that reflected fragmented light on the glacier white car body, like scattered starlight. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ novel~fire~net After a while, the Bentley Continental slowly drove out of Yan City’s South Second Ring. The lights and high-rise buildings outside the car window gradually became sparse. The road grew wider and the traffic less frequent. Lingling’s heartbeat gradually steadied, replaced by an indescribable excitement. "Hold tight, I’m going to speed up a little!" Lingling shouted, lightly pressing the accelerator. The low growl of the engine penetrated the soundproofing into the car, carrying a powerful force that made one’s heart race. "Senior, this car is so stable! Its power and handling are simply unbeatable! It’s so great to drive!" Tang Song looked at the cheerful and open little junior, speaking lightly, "If you like it, you can drive it often in the future." Lingling playfully smiled, "Alright, alright, you said it! No backing out later." "Don’t worry, I always keep my promises." "Wow! This push-back feeling!" Lingling couldn’t help but exclaim, "Senior, it’s really amazing! So thrilling!" The speed of the Bentley Continental GT kept increasing, and Lingling fully immersed herself in the joy of driving. Her cheerfulness and boldness were fully displayed at this moment, facing her dream car, she openly showed her excitement and joy. The two chatted and laughed for a while. Tang Song lowered the car window a crack, squinting slightly against the brisk autumn wind. Looking southeast, "Lingling, turn left at the next intersection." "Got it!" Lingling shouted excitedly, smoothly guiding the car along an arc. A few minutes later, the car slowly approached a large building. Tang Song glanced at Lingling beside him and said with a smile, "Let’s take a break here and enjoy the night view." "Oh okay, just a moment." Lingling gently pressed the brakes, slowly pulling over, looked around, and said, "Is this the Yan Nan Short Film and Television Base? It seems like there’s been a change of owner recently. Phase one is complete, but I don’t know when it will open. It’ll surely get lively here then." Tang Song asked curiously, "How do you know so much?" "Hehe, I have relatives working inside. This place only started getting built early last year..." Lingling pointed outside and started chatting with Tang Song about this film base. The crisp and pleasant voice added a touch of vibrant life to the night. Tang Song leaned back on the soft leather seat, smiling at the bright-eyed, spirited young junior. As the topic ended, Lingling turned her head, just meeting Tang Song’s gaze. The atmosphere suddenly turned a bit ambiguous. Lingling fiddled with the hair by her temples, her gaze evasive, "Senior, what did you have for dinner?" Tang Song blinked, pointed to her heart, with a teasing tone, "Lingling, now that we’ve driven the Bentley Continental, aren’t you supposed to fulfill your promise?" "Ah! This... Senior, you..." Lingling’s body straightened suddenly, her face turning as hot as fire. Tang Song raised an eyebrow, "What? Is someone going to break their promise again?" "I’m not." Lingling lowered her head, her voice as light as a breeze, almost melding into the night, "It’s just... well... alright..." She didn’t even know what she was mumbling about. "Then I’ll start." Tang Song unbuckled his seatbelt, leaning slightly forward. Lingling shrank back slightly, her cheeks rosy as ripe apples. Biting her lip, she straightened up and pretended to be nonchalant, "Well, come on! It’s just a cushion, no big deal." Tang Song smiled, extending his right hand, his long fingers gently resting on her heart. The moment his fingertips touched, the night seemed to freeze, the whole world fell silent. Lingling was left only with the sound of her pounding heart. Her fingers tightly gripped the edge of the seat, even her breathing became cautious. Even though there was a 4CM cushion between, at this moment, she surprisingly felt as if she was truly being touched. Gentle and burning, as if penetrating layers of barriers, reaching straight to her innermost self.