She said weakly, "Don’t bother."
It felt so uncomfortable.
It was getting worse, maybe because of the alcohol. Her head felt groggy, and it was as if tiny insects were crawling inside her body, making her burn up all over.
She would never drink again.
Shen Lin got blocked by her again and chose not to seek more rejection, so he kept quiet.
However, when starting the car, he saw that she hadn’t buckled her seatbelt, so he leaned over instinctively.
Feeling the onrush of masculine scent, Li Zaijun’s eyelashes trembled slightly before she slowly opened her eyes.
Looking at the man up close.
He had good looks that could easily attract women, young and successful, the kind who had the pick of the bunch when choosing a partner.
His distinguished eyebrows and eyes exuded a lazy charm, with a high nose bridge, yet, paradoxically, his lips were thin, the type of man who seemed, according to the legend, to be heartless.
She knew she wasn’t his match, so she shouldn’t touch him at all.
But he had constantly appeared in her line of sight, gradually invading her territory, step by step.
He really was a bad man.
Even though she knew she was no match for him, at this moment, with his scent surrounding her, staring at his light pink lips, why did she feel such a...such a...desire to kiss him?
Li Zaijun’s throat moved slightly.
She unconsciously clenched her small fists, trying hard to restrain herself.
It felt like there was a fire burning inside her, yet she still remembered the coolness of his body, which made her somewhat addicted.
Damn it, what was wrong with her, why had her body reacted ?
After he had fastened her seatbelt, she lowered her eyes, hiding the desire that had gathered there.
But just as she bowed her head, suddenly, he bent down and her lips were sealed by his.
Li Zaijun’s eyes widened and she froze in that position, looking somewhat dumbstruck.
A tingling sensation spread, his eyes closed, his lashes slightly drooping. His thick, long eyelashes seemed to brush gently against her eyelids.
It was just like the touch of a dragonfly skimming water.
Only, it lingered for a few seconds more.
The man moved away from her lips, his long fingers softly caressing her cheek.
Shen Lin’s phoenix eyes were filled with her reflection.
He said, "You clearly want to kiss me, so why hold back?"
At his words, Li Zaijun: "..."
Her fists tightened, her fair and handsome face burning like fire: "Don’t be so full of yourself, I don’t want to kiss—" but she was cut off.
Before she could finish, her lips were sealed again.
Her face flushed, she widened her eyes to look at him.
And this time, he forcefully parted her lips.
She struggled as she came to her senses, but after only a few attempts, the feeling that had been building within her surged forward like a flood, breaking through her rationality.
The moment she responded, it seemed to surprise him.
Everything started to become uncontrollable.
However, as a man in his thirties, he ultimately remained rational.
But when they parted again, his gaze profound, his chest rising and falling gently, he uttered a few words: "Little liar."
Her fists clenched tighter, as if digging into her palm.
She wiped her face and suddenly felt an extreme sense of shame, not because she had responded to him but because she wanted more, much more...
He started the car: "I’m taking you home now."
"I’m not going home."
Shen Lin frowned: "What did you say?"