An Li herself didn't know what had happened.
She looked bewildered, as if suddenly pulled into someone's embrace, and the pounding heartbeat was astonishingly fast.
The alcohol had dulled her reactions unusually.
And that massive vehicle had just brushed past her, disappearing like the wind at the corner ahead.
Shao Jun hurried forward in a few steps, still in shock as he looked at An Li.
His terrified expression matched An Li's still bewildered face, his legs almost giving way beneath him.
Only then did An Li realize that she was indeed leaning against someone's chest, and this embrace felt strangely familiar.
Shao Jun opened his mouth several times in fear, but could not speak a word.
Soon, he moved his gaze away from An Li's face and looked upwards.
What he faced was the sullen face of Wen Linyu.
Wen Linyu was looking down at An Li in his arms, his expression indescribably grim.
