C25 You're Scared of Me?

"Are you afraid of me?" Huo Liancheng placed his hand back on the steering wheel and looked straight ahead.

"No," Jian Yun mumbled, rubbing her arm subconsciously. Her gaze fell on the shadowed outline of his hand. His hand gripped the leather surface with precision as his other hand wrapped around the gearshift. He had beautiful hands. If she didn't know who he was