She said weakly, "Don't bother."
It felt so uncomfortable.
It was getting worse, maybe because of the alcohol. Her head felt groggy, and it was as if tiny insects were crawling inside her body, making her burn up all over.
She would never drink again.
Shen Lin got blocked by her again and chose not to seek more rejection, so he kept quiet.
However, when starting the car, he saw that she hadn't buckled her seatbelt, so he leaned over instinctively.
Feeling the onrush of masculine scent, Li Zaijun's eyelashes trembled slightly before she slowly opened her eyes.
Looking at the man up close.
He had good looks that could easily attract women, young and successful, the kind who had the pick of the bunch when choosing a partner.
His distinguished eyebrows and eyes exuded a lazy charm, with a high nose bridge, yet, paradoxically, his lips were thin, the type of man who seemed, according to the legend, to be heartless.
