Nan Huaiyu seemed like someone unfazed, his lips and brows always carrying a wicked curve, his arm draped over the back of the sofa behind Nan Wan, watching Mu Jin Huan stride over with a smirk.
It seemed as if he had the intent to provoke, his slender fingers reached towards Nan Wan, wanting to touch the pendant reflecting a bright sheen on her collarbone.
Before Nan Wan could react, her body was pulled into a warm embrace, and Nan Huaiyu didn't even touch a strand of her hair.
The familiar crisp mint scent hit her nose, bringing her an unprecedented sense of security, her tense nerves relaxed, and her arms subconsciously wrapped around the man's waist.
She felt an urge to cry.
Mu Jin Huan took off his coat and wrapped it around the woman, his deep voice comforting next to Nan Wan's ear, "Don't be afraid, it's okay now."
