Chang Jingwan felt soft in Ruan Zeer's embrace. If he already felt comfortable with her in his sideway hug, what sort of feeling would he feel if he hugged Chang Jingwan tightly?
The wind carried Chang Jingwan's hair upward and almost tickled Ruan Zeer's lips, bringing the sweet fragrance of her hair into his nostrils.
Ruan Zeer then inhaled the fragrance deeply like a pervert.
Chang Jingwan could feel the intense heat radiating from Ruan Zeer's palm on her waist and tried to move away from him. Ruan Zeer detected the slight movement and remained silent, only retrieving his palm after enjoying the sensation on his palm for an extra three to four seconds.
Ruan Zeer's action was so smooth, calm and natural like he was merely supporting Chang Jingwan kindly from falling down and injuring herself. She almost felt like he was doing this for her sake without asking anything in return.
