Ye Jin's slender body was stiff in Chu Yiheng's embrace.
The familiar male scent by her ear turned into an invisible hand lightly plucking at her heartstrings, her heartbeat racing uncontrollably fast.
She tried to push him away, but the man's strength was too great, and she couldn't budge him.
She called out his name stiffly, "Chu Yiheng."
"Hmm."
Chu Yiheng responded to her in a low voice.
His grip around her didn't loosen, and Ye Jin said again, "Let go of me first."
Chu Yiheng seemed not to hear.
She then tried to push him again.
As soon as her hand touched his chest, she heard his husky voice in her ear, "Ah Jin, I'm injured."
Her hand suddenly stiffened.
Looking up at his handsome brows and eyes, she couldn't hide the concern in her own, "You're injured?"
Chu Yiheng watched her eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly.
They were too close; their breaths intertwined.
Ambiguity rose in an instant.
