At first, Ning Xiaofei was so tense that her entire body stiffened as she listened for any noise outside the car, for fear that someone would pass by or approach.
Very soon...
The man's ardor swallowed up her tension, her skin tightening with excitement, her heart pounding wildly, as hot blood washed through every pulse and nerve.
She could distinctly feel her pulse thrashing about, as if something wanted to burst forth from her blood, making her body tremble uncontrollably.
"Cold?"
Lifting his face from the nape of her neck, the man's voice was hoarse, his tone concerned.
Instinctively, she shook her head and realized that it was too dark for him to see, so she hurried to take a breath and respond.
"Not cold."
Because her throat was dry, those two words sounded hoarse, a stark contrast to her usual voice.
The low voice, with a hint of panting, was particularly seductive in the dim, cramped space.
