Shen Bijun quickly steadied herself.
Then she felt the hot temperature of the man's palm, causing her heartbeat to skip a beat as if she'd been burned.
The man's chest was hard, colliding with it felt like hitting a wall.
Shen Bijun touched her nose that had been bumped, then impatiently picked up her skirt, got into the car, and turning back, she saw Chu Yanshen's hand still maintaining the posture of embracing her, his figure frozen there, his eyes dark and bright as they stared at her.
Shen Bijun felt her heart warm under his gaze, her face flushed slightly, and she finally said, "Aren't you getting in the car?"
Chu Yanshen seemed to snap back to reality. He first looked at his own hand, then, as if waking from a dream, withdrew it. This was the first time he had appeared a bit clumsy in front of her, which made Shen Bijun curve her lips into a smile.
Chu Yanshen then got into the car and sat next to her.
There was an aisle between them.
