Because she was too eager, her body almost collided with his, barely grazing his chest.
Her face, lifted, was inches from Ye Sihan's.
The proximity made Xing Ling's breath hitch, enveloped by the man's presence, her mind momentarily losing the ability to think.
From her chest, a burning heat seeped through her clothes, a tingling sensation spreading to her limbs.
Her heartbeat was abnormally accelerating.
Ye Sihan's face was as still as water, but his body tensed unconsciously, as if affected by Xing Ling's closeness in some unnamed way, his slightly narrowed eyes fixated on her dazed face.
When Xing Ling came back to her senses, she immediately stepped back.
Retreating from under the umbrella, she was drenched by the rain again, so she huddled in front of Ye Sihan, cheeks flushed, "The rain is too heavy, let me take shelter for a moment. But why did you turn back? Are you going to help me fix my car?"