Xiao Yu followed her hand, trying to retrieve her bag.
Although Sheng Shushu was half-drunk, she clutched the bag tightly against herself. The hem of her dress was already short and sitting in the car made her fair legs even more exposed.
Her instinct to hold her belongings so close meant that Xiao Yu's reaching hand inevitably touched a place he shouldn't have.
The slightly tipsy Sheng Shushu stiffened for a moment when Xiao Yu's fingertips brushed her soft flesh.
Their eyes met.
Neither of them moved.
But she knew Xiao Yu's gaze upon her was especially dark.
Sheng Shushu couldn't stand that look in his eyes, she had to close her own.
In the quiet car, her eyelashes fell, seeming more like an invitation.
Xiao Yu's hand continued deeper of its own accord, then he scooped her up and held her, his thin lips touching the corner of her mouth.
Sheng Shushu furrowed her brows.
