The cool light of the underground garage washed over the Obsidian Black paint of the Mercedes-Benz E-Class. Inside, the ambient lighting cast a warm glow, and the chestnut-brown leather seats framed Shen Meng's silhouette in the passenger seat. She was looking down, smoothing out the pleats of her JK skirt, her pale thighs peeking from beneath the hem. The thin-strapped heels at her ankles refracted specks of light with her every slight movement.
She was still reliving the sense of security she'd felt earlier when her back was pressed against his chest. She stole a glance at his handsome profile out of the corner of her eye, and a sudden flutter stirred in her heart.
Yang Hui turned to glance at her. The corners of her eyes were crinkled in a slight smile, her eyelashes casting delicate shadows in the car's ambient light. The faint dimple near the corner of her mouth seemed to hold a honeyed sweetness.
