Her hand paused for a moment, then her fair fingertips were grasped by that large hand.
The calluses on her fingertips gently caressed her, sending shivers down her spine.
She slowly opened her eyes in disbelief.
The carriage had stopped, and the interior was pitch black, as were the surroundings, so quiet that only the chirping of insects could be heard.
A man was sitting not far away from me.
Su Wanwan's heart pounded like thunder in an instant, and she was thrown into a panic, her breathing becoming somewhat labored.
She tried to sit up, but the man pulled her onto his lap in the blink of an eye.
Su Wanwan gasped, bracing herself on his shoulders and stiffening her body to keep her distance from him.
"Wanwan," the man whispered in her ear.
It was Lu Xingjian's voice.
Su Wanwan's breathing became even more erratic.
How could it be him?
She had no idea how she got there, or how he got there; her mind was a complete mess.
He whispered, "It's me."
Su Wanwan immediately tensed up.
She wanted to get off him.
The man held her waist, pressing her tightly against his chest.
Her face was pressed against his shoulder.
A masculine scent, tinged with a faint ambergris, wafted into the air.
Their breathing became rapid, rising and falling in turn.
This is a hugging gesture.
Only two very close people can get this close.
Those memories of our past intimacy instantly flooded my mind.
Her voice trembled as she rebuked:
"Let me go!"
The man's body stiffened slightly.
He loosened his grip on her waist.
She moved her body away, trying to get off his lap again.
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