C211 Jiang Jia Han Yi
"Drive!"
As she spoke, An Ning reached out to tug on her seatbelt, but it was unknown whether it was because she was unfamiliar with this car or because she was still feeling shy about what just happened. Her fingers were stiff, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't pull it out.
Jiang Jian's sharp chin was so close to his eyes that An Ning could see the traces of fine stubble on it