Lin Nuan surrendered under Fu Huai'an's calm gaze and took a few steps toward him, twisting the bottle cap open before passing it to him.
Once she got closer, the man's burning heat washed over Lin Nuan, mixed with his strong scent, turning Lin Nuan's face red.
"Water…" Lin Nuan spoke in a low voice.
The moment her voice landed, the man's warm hand, rough with calluses, grabbed onto Lin Nuan's slender wrist, tugging her towards him.
She raised her head, and her sight landed on Fu Huai'an's sharp jaw along with his Adam's apple with sweat on it. Before she could retreat in time…
The next second, the man's burning lips mixed with the scent of nicotine pressed down on hers.
Lin Nuan's heart skipped a beat, and she felt as though every other sound in the world had frozen.