Time seemed to have stopped.
The car windows blocked out many sounds.
Even though there was a honk, it still felt very far away.
Only the man's slightly hoarse breathing could be heard beside her ear.
She almost touched the belt button on his suit pants, but because of the cold metal button, her small hand stopped. Just as she was about to jump over, her hand was pressed down by a warm and strong palm!
"Right side."
The man's voice was hoarse, like the gravel on the southern coastline.
When he stepped on the gravel barefooted, he could feel every grain of sand rubbing against him, causing a tingling sensation.
"Oh ..."
Xia Bo let out a small breath and moved her hand over again.
But the moment she moved, the words that the man spat out from the gaps of his teeth landed on her collarbone.
"I can't tell left from right, huh?"
