Suddenly, he retracted his arm and sat back in his chair to rest his eyes.
Lu Zhaoyang maintained her slouched position. She could see his chest slowly heaving up and down.
That was just meddlesome of her. She should not have asked.
Huo Yunting did not speak again until they reached Qingshan. The site inspection went smoothly.
On the way back, it began to drizzle.
Raindrops tapped on the car windows. The view of the outside world became a blurry mess.
She felt chilly and pulled in her shoulders. Such a small reaction was nevertheless noticed by Huo Yunting.
"Come closer to me if you're cold."
Huo Yunting said as he pulled her by the wrist.
Lu Zhaoyang's body fell straight into his arms, where she could hear his strong heartbeat.
Perhaps it was the car's air conditioning, or the fact that she was laying in his arms, but she felt a lot warmer then.
