Her body still moved forward out of inertia, then she grabbed the seatbelt and steadied herself, turning her head to confront the frenzied man beside her, "What are you doing?"
"Qin Yucen, you're doing this on purpose, right?" Huo Jingtang unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned towards her.
With one hand braced on the back of the chair and the other circling around to press on the seat, his intense masculine presence enveloped her, filling her breath. She stared at his handsome face so close, those deep eyes like glaze with a faint sheen were so captivating, breathtaking. His straight nose was about to touch hers. She bit her soft, petal-like pink lips, holding her breath, but her heartbeat was accelerating, so fast it seemed it could burst out of her throat at any moment.
"What...what are you going to do?" After Qin Yucen asked, she realized it was a question she already knew the answer to and felt rather contrived.
