Infected by Zhang Lin

Yu Fei turned to look out of the car window as well. She recalled Feng Yi's burning gaze and her heart was beating wildly, as if it was going to jump out of her chest in the next moment. She pressed her hand against her heart, not daring to look at Feng Yi again. Had she been infected by Zhang Lin?

When Feng Yi was staring at her lips with that gaze, she actually expected him to kiss her and even fantasized about that wonderful taste.

The car quieted down. In the driver's seat, Yue Feng stole a glance at the Young Master and Young Madam. He was puzzled. What happened to the Young Master and Young Madam? I didn't hear them arguing.

"Cough cough…Young Master, where are we going now?" Yue Feng asked nervously.

Feng Yi did not move, his voice low and hoarse. "Ask Young Madam."

"Young Madam?"

Yu Fei's voice was also a little tense as she said, "See if there's a large supermarket nearby. I'll go buy some groceries."