She had no particular feelings for Dang Yang, it was just that being so intimate with the opposite sex made her shy.
Being shy from intimate contact with the opposite sex is a woman's nature.
Trying to suppress it is futile.
An Yue took a deep breath, looked at Dang Yang, and tried to smile nonchalantly, "It's nothing."
Dang Yang gave An Yue a deep look, said nothing, and continued carrying her.
From where An Yue fell to the An Family villa, it was only about three to four hundred meters, but An Yue felt like it took forever, as if centuries had passed, yet they hadn't reached the An Family villa.
Her whole body was stiff as she leaned in a man's arms, feeling truly uncomfortable and uneasy.
Finally, they arrived at the An Family. An Yue rummaged through her bag, took out the card, and opened the villa's iron gate.
Dang Yang carried An Yue into the villa, which was quiet and dark.
Dang Yang carried An Yue into the living room and turned on the lamp on the wall.
