The warmth from the man’s palm spread upward from her ankle, soon pervading her entire body.
"Stand firm."
Wen Qiao humd twice, "Got it."
The shoe was easily pulled out by the man, and Wen Qiao regained her freedom. She stomped her foot and muttered softly in complaint, "What a design, it’s just restricting us ladies who wear high heels for nothing..."
A laugh ca from above her head, and Wen Qiao imdiately looked up and glared, "What are you laughing at, what’s there to—"
Her words were cut off as the man suddenly leaned in, and Wen Qiao, seeing the handso face so close, stuttered, "What are you—what are you doing?"
"It’s not that I ant to overhear you talking. Don’t be angry, okay?"
The man’s hot breath on her face, mixed with the scent of fir and a hint of alcohol, was srizing in the sumr night.
Wen Qiao felt her heartbeat gradually accelerate, her mind went blank, yet subconsciously, she felt the environnt was unsafe for her.
She leaned back, trying to avoid Fu Jinghen’s approach.
They say you don’t fall in the sa place twice, but Wen Qiao did.
Her high heel had just gotten caught in the crack of the cobblestone, and without learning her lesson, she stepped back, and the heel got stuck again, causing her to fall backward uncontrollably.
"Ah—"
She cried out in alarm, and then soone tightly wrapped their arms around her waist and pulled her forward into Fu Jinghen’s embrace.
Fu Jinghen: "Watch where you’re going."
Wen Qiao again gave him a sharp look, "Whose fault is that?"
"Bla ." Fu Jinghen admitted his mistake very obediently.
Wen Qiao climbed up the banter, "So what do you suggest we do about it?"
Fu Jinghen was silent for a mont, as if thinking of sothing, and the corners of his mouth lifted in a vaguely mischievous way.
Wen Qiao felt a jump in her heart, having a bad feeling.
"I don’t know what to do either, how about you teach ?"
"Practice makes perfect, this way you can give people more accurate instructions on how to handle n in the future, right?"
His voice, soaked in alcohol, was lower than usual, and his eyes, usually full of calm wisdom, now had a misty layer over them.
Good.
Fu Jinghen didn’t disappoint her after all.
Before her heart could catch up, it sped up again, and her mind went blank without warning.
Wen Qiao just stared blankly at Fu Jinghen as if she had lost her speech.
It was as if ti had paused, everything around them stood still, leaving only the fast beats of Wen Qiao’s heart and the smiling face of the man before her.
After an indeterminate amount of ti, a car horn broke the ambiguous atmosphere between them.
Wen Qiao suddenly snapped back to reality, looked to the side, recognized the car parked by the road as Fu Jinghen’s, and imdiately pushed him away to jump into the vehicle.
The driver in the front seat, after receiving the ’death glare’ from his boss, beca instantly alert, wishing he could go back one minute and chop off the hand that had carelessly honked the horn.
When he had just arrived, he saw his boss holding a woman in his arms, and his curiosity was imdiately piqued, but since he couldn’t clearly see the woman’s face, he subconsciously honked the horn.
As a result, he got a clear look at the woman’s face, but also a clear view of his boss’s displeased expression.
Soon after, he heard the back door open and then saw a fiery figure dart in.
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