Zhou Shengting didn't think much about it; he was tired from a day's work and had intended to have his driver pick him up. However, due to the after-work rush, he expected the driver would be late, so he had the driver wait for him at the hotel to bring him back later that evening.
Zhou Shengting took the driver's seat and started the car. Lin Lin sat in the passenger seat, feeling so tense she was almost rigid.
Zhou Shengting drove with undivided attention. Lin Lin watched his long fingers on the steering wheel, strong and clearly defined, perfectly suited for playing the piano.
Lin Lin pursed her lips to ease her tension.
The narrow space in the car brought them physically closer, and she could faintly smell his light cologne.
Her heart rate quickened. She wished the ride could be longer so that she could spend more time with President Zhou.
But contrary to her wishes, they soon arrived at the hotel.