Huo Jinnan stood there, not moving, his voice low and bewitching, "Your hand."
When Che Huan snapped back to reality, she realized that her hand had been tightly clutching his belt. She quickly let go, her cheeks flushing red involuntarily, "I... I didn't mean to."
Huo Jinnan turned his head to look at Che Huan, standing with a hand steadying his half-loosened belt in an elegantly arranged fashion.
It was clearly a rather indecent gesture, yet standing there, he somehow managed to give off an air of cold and noble beauty.
Che Huan averted her gaze, muttering a soft "sorry".
After Huo Jinnan fastened his belt, he seized her hand and suddenly pulled her into his embrace, "Don't just touch a man's belt in the future."
Che Huan pretended she heard nothing, stood up quickly, and kept a distance from him. Her eyes inadvertently glanced down, saw the curve on his trousers, and hurriedly looked away!