Afraid that Jiang Xuecheng would put forth some shocking suggestion, Su Wan quickly placed a finger over his lips.
"Let me give you a treat next time."
This woman was flustered—did she think he would put forth a great demand?
Su Wan's long, jade-like finger gently touched Jiang Xuecheng's lips. Although it was just for a short while before Su Wan removed it, that warm touch dilated Jiang Xuecheng's pupils and put him in a trance.
When Su Wan said she would give him a treat, he regained his senses. He pursed his lips and forced Su Wan against the wall at the narrow lane.
The man's body was so near…
Compared to his tall figure, she was like a bird which could easily be lifted.
In the narrow space, Su Wan could easily smell his bitter cold and clean breath. This breath was unique to Jiang Xuecheng.
