She then sat up, planning to open the car door, but after several attempts, the door remained shut. Feeling perplexed, she looked over at Nan Sichen, only to see him staring straight ahead, lightly tapping on the steering wheel. Each tap was a bit muffled, causing a moment of annoyance to stir within Qin Yin.
She frowned and asked, "Why can't the door open? Could you please help me open it?"
It was only then that Nan Sichen turned to look at Qin Yin, smiled slightly, and said, "I thought you didn't want to talk to me anymore."
Qin Yin: "......."
Nan Sichen leaned towards her, reaching over Qin Yin with his hand as though pressing down on her.
Qin Yin recoiled back, laying down again, her voice faltering as she stuttered, "W-What are you doing?"
His lips hovered above Qin Yin's nose, both of them were so close that their breath intertwined.
The scent of him was captivating, a faint smell of tobacco that was not overpowering but instead gave off a very masculine aura.
