Fifteen minutes later, the rain finally stopped, and Shen Yuan looked at the clearing sky, "Let's go."
"Uh... could you first take your hand off my shoulder?"
Su Xuewei said with a frown.
"Haha, sorry, I just didn't want you to feel cold," Shen Yuan replied with a chuckle.
After getting back into the car, Shen Yuan, worried that she might catch a cold, turned up the heating and handed her a tissue, "Wipe yourself down."
"Okay."
Su Xuewei took the tissue, wiped her wet hair, and thought about wiping her chest as well, but with a rogue sitting next to her, she decided against it.
Her hair, drenched by the rain, was in total disarray. She reached up to undo her ponytail, and as her hands moved, her chest heaved a tumultuous wave.
The semi-globular shape of her chest became even more tempting under the wetness, how could Shen Yuan, a scoundrel, resist this?
He managed to suppress the urge to swallow his saliva and asked, "Where do you live?"
"I'll send you the location."
