The scent of him, clean and sharp with a hint of alcohol, drifted over, instantly throwing her into turmoil. Flustered by his advance, Shu Wan edged away, trying to press herself against the car door. But in the cramped space of the car, she barely managed to shift twice before her back hit the door. Ji Sihan braced one hand against the window, effectively trapping her small frame within his arms.