It occurred to Zhao Yunlan that he could try making another move. He reached over to gently smooth out a caught corner of Shen Wei’s collar. When his curled finger grazed the tender skin just below Shen Wei’s earlobe, it could have been unintentional. “Just fixing your collar,” he said, straightening back up and adjusting the rearview mirror. This time, Shen Wei’s blush reached his ears.
oh my god 🫠🫠🫠🫠
