As soon as the words fell, Nan Wan felt a dizzying sensation of the world spinning around her.
By the time she reacted, she was already pinned against the cold car body.
The handbag in her hand dropped to the ground, and Nan Wan, somewhat stunned, looked at those calm and unperturbed eyes, her gaze entangled.
At such a close distance, she noticed a few faint fine lines at the corner of his eyes, marks left by time, signs of a mature man.
A few seconds later, the man's searing body heat strangely calmed her down.
Yet in the next moment, before the curve at the corner of her lips could rise, a calloused hand slipped into her palm, splayed her hand open, and threaded his fingers through hers one by one.
Fingers interlocked.
As if a current ran through, she suddenly felt a little dizzy.
The man's presence enveloped her, permeating every pore.
