So... Insensitive

As long as it was his body, it was no good to touch anywhere.

She thought about how to successfully return to the front passenger's seat without angering him.

But who would have thought that before she even moved, Han Zhuoling would already see through her intentions.

His palms pressed against her lower back. Not only did he not let her go, but he even pressed her towards himself. "Don't move."

His voice was very hoarse.

When Shi Xiaoya was pressed by him, she fell towards him.

His lips were right on her forehead.

She had already done countless intimate things with him.

But this was different.

Because of the cramped space, they were stuck together like glue.

It was her first time being like this with Han Zhuoling in the car.

And the moment she looked up, there was Han Zhuoling's face, which could not be any nearer.

He looked so handsome; even at such a close distance, nothing ugly could be found on his face.