Qin Ruan's hands were tightly clenched, and a fine layer of sweat appeared in her palm.
She tried hard to shake the inappropriate images that sprang up in her mind.
Alas, it was futile, those images had been etched into her heart, and could not be erased.
Perhaps Qin Ruan's gaze was too direct and laden with complexity and warmth, Huo Yunjiao in the car pushed the door open.
He stepped out of the car, dressed in a white shirt, he was the epitome of restrained desire.
His shirt sleeves were rolled up to his forearm, revealing a string of Buddha Beads on his wrist.
Qin Ruan's beautiful eyes widened, fixed on the man who was slowly approaching her, she immediately sprang into action.
She wanted to escape!
The fuzzy memories of that night clearly surged into her mind through her dreams.
The other party's dominance, stubbornness, as well as his ferociousness in certain aspects, frightened her.