Chapter 17 - 017: I, for one, never joke.
This time, Ning Guiwan couldn’t dodge. Quan Yu seemed to have anticipated it. The moment he lowered his head, the hand that had been pinching her chin moved behind her, gripping the back of her head and holding it firmly.
He was skilled and deft, leaving Ning Guiwan no room to struggle. Her nostrils filled with his scent—a mixture of alcohol, tobacco, and the faint, cool bitterness of agarwood.
The car window was slowly raised. The once-clear noises from outside became muffled. Ning Guiwan gradually found it difficult to breathe, her head growing muddled.
But her hands remained firmly pressed against Quan Yu’s shoulders, attempting to keep some distance between them, though it was all in vain.
She had just reached her limit when the car window was suddenly knocked on. Ning Guiwan’s heart clenched.
Quan Yu reacted faster. The moment her body stiffened, he helped her sit up properly. She felt weak and leaned against the seatback, panting softly.
Then, Quan Yu took off his suit jacket and draped it over her. He then partially lowered the car window. Outside, Ren Yong stood with a wide smile, holding up a bag. "Sir, I’ve bought the water."
When his gaze fell on Ning Guiwan, wrapped in Quan Yu’s suit jacket with her hair disheveled, the smile vanished from his face instantly.
He then looked at Quan Yu, whose expression was unmistakably sharp.
"Um... I bought some for the other brothers too. I’ll—I’ll go give it to them now!" With that, not daring to linger a moment longer, the man, in his forties, hurried away.