The Long-awaited Mr Han

With her going away and coming back, it was really the case this time that she missed him.

 Her two arms wrapped around his neck, and her thin and long fingers weaved through his hair, holding the back of his head.

 Han Zhuoli took a deep breath, his breathing especially stiff. He then hugged Lu Man, his whole body trembling a bit.

 Heavily, he pressed on her. “I want to have you here, but I feel that that is not suitable.”

 His voice was so hoarse that it scared Lu Man.

 There were CCTVs all about the carpark, of course. The place was not suitable.

 Even if Lu Man wanted to use her hand to help him, she did not dare to. What if they were filmed?

 Butler Xiao Wang: “…”

 “Haha, people say that a short separation is worse than a new marriage¹,” Auntie He said, laughing dryly. “A night is also considered a short separation, right?”