Lu Chenhuai was deeply stirred, yet he had figured out Jiang Jinyue’s temperament: she was soft but never submissive. If you pushed her, she would only grow more rigid—the type who would rather shatter than bend. Lu Chenhuai helped her fix her clothes, then leaned his head on her shoulder.
"Let me catch my breath, Yueyue."
Jiang Jinyue was actually feeling flustered herself, but she didn't want to be here, trapped inside a car. The underground garage of the shopping mall was bustling with people; she had no desire to be gawked at like a spectacle in a movie.
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