Huo Jinnan's gaze landed on her hand, telling her now was not only the wrong time, it would only make her worry.
He shifted his eyes away, looking down at the cigarette between his fingers as the smoke wafted around him.
Che Huan snuck a peek and saw his motions, her gaze drifting to his hand. The man's slender fingers carelessly flicked the cigarette, shaking off the ash. With a twist of his wrist, he crushed the whole cigarette in the ashtray.
His hands were appealing, stained subtly between the middle and index fingers from years of smoking, which far from detracting from their beauty, added an indescribable charm.
The little guy had a pair of attractive hands too, had he inherited them from him?
Huo Jinnan leaned back in the car seat, unfastening two buttons of his shirt to reveal the seductive Adam's apple, "If you think he's pitiable, you can take care of him more in the future."
Che Huan bit her lip, remaining silent.
