The sensation of the cold door panel reached her, and Yu Anwan cursed without hesitation, "Wen Jin, are you crazy?"
Wen Jin didn't respond. His thin lips pressed against hers, and Yu Anwan's voice quickly turned into soft murmurs.
She hadn't anticipated that Wen Jin would suddenly be in heat, especially to the point of acting recklessly in such a place.
However, the inherent physical strength difference between men and women left Yu Anwan unable to free herself from Wen Jin's embrace, no matter how much she struggled. She felt completely immobilized.
In her nostrils, there was a mixture of a faint tobacco scent and the fragrance of lavender aftershave from Wen Jin's body.
Yu Anwan disliked the smell of cigarettes, but strangely, the scent of Wen Jin was tolerable to her.
Perhaps it was due to the years of abusive marriage with Wen Jin that some deep-seated things were hard to forget.
