Wen Jin got in the car and saw Jing Xiaocha struggling with the seatbelt.
Her right arm was pain and inconvenient, so she used her left hand to pull the seatbelt, but it seemed the seatbelt was deliberately opposing her.
A large, well-defined hand suddenly reached over, grasping the seatbelt above Jing Xiaocha's hand bit by bit, and the air entering her nostrils was replaced by the masculine aura of the owner of the hand beside her.
"Let me help you."
Wen Jin's deep and gentle voice sounded in her ear, causing Jing Xiaocha's breath to halt.
Her body stiffened as well.
Wen Jin leaned in close to her, and his breath just happened to spray over her ear, warm and causing a tingle to spread across her skin.
Her heartbeat suddenly became chaotic.
Jing Xiaocha dared not move an inch, as her clear bright eyes watched Wen Jin's fair, slender fingers fasten her seatbelt, and the masculine scent lingering in her ear faded away.
Just as Wen Jin was about to drive, his phone rang.
