The interior light of the car was very dim.
The man's hand on her waist went from cool to burning hot, and half of his face was hidden in shadows, only occasionally revealed by the passing streetlights outside the window, which failed to mask his handsome features.
Shen Yanhe was very close to him.
She tilted her head slightly to look at him, her gaze falling into his deep, mysterious pupils, which were seductive in a way that was hard to put into words.
His faint breath brushed against her cheek, sending a tingling sensation spreading from her cheek to her heart.
Shen Yanhe's long, curved eyelashes trembled slightly, her heart pounding violently inside her chest, yet she tried hard to maintain a calm demeanor, "Mr. Fu, you're still my suitor right now."
She couldn't help but laugh, "Who demands to be coaxed by someone they haven't even won over yet?"
