Jiang Tan felt as if she were nailed in place, her drunkenness mostly dispelled.
The wind of Ning City's midsummer night was stifling and still held some lingering heat.
Jiang Tan felt Zhou Yinghuai's hand cinched around her waist with an inescapable force.
The colleagues from the company were looking at Jiang Tan curiously. Jiang Tan was no longer the young woman who acted recklessly, who would give Zhou Yinghuai a slap in the study.
She didn't move, and with lowered eyes, she said to everyone after a moment, "We know each other, it's all right, he can take me home."
Zhou Yinghuai was driving a black SUV tonight. He held the steering wheel with one hand and a cigarette with the other. With the window half rolled down, the smoke drifted away with the passing wind.
Jiang Tan leaned her head against the window, sitting silently, her gaze resting on Zhou Yinghuai's handsome yet cold face amid the night.
