Pingjiang had been plagued by rainy weather for days, with a sudden drop in temperature, so a bit of heat was turned on in the car. Still, the air was stifling and not circulating, inevitably causing a feeling of chest oppression.
Tang Wan had drunk too much, the strong liquor burned her throat, and she frowned slightly, reaching out to open the car window.
As soon as a thin slit appeared, a cool breeze surged in.
"Did you drink too much and feel uncomfortable?" Jiang Jinsang glanced at her.
"No, it just feels a bit stuffy."
"Aren't you cold?"
"Not cold—"
Before she had finished speaking, the wind made her shiver involuntarily.
Jiang Jinsang didn't speak, but shifted half an inch closer to her. The car seat was only so large, and now, instead of a seat's distance between them, they were sitting close together, intimately close.
He reached for the control button to close the window, his arm passing in front of her, drawing him even closer.