「Two hours later.」
The man wrapped her shattered self in his pure black suit, her body still trembling incessantly. Helplessly, he pulled her into his embrace.
The chauffeur returned to drive, taking the road back to the Long Island estate. The car moved at an extremely slow pace, with no apparent rush to reach their destination.
Shen Jing struggled to breathe, hovering between consciousness and a daze. She looked up from Zhou Luchen's embrace.
She observed him. He casually tapped a cigarette pack and took out a cigarette. How on earth did he manage to appear so devoid of desire, so calm and collected after what happened? He pinched the cigarette between two fingers without rushing to light it, exuding an air of leisurely nobility.
Shen Jing weakly stretched out her hand, snatching Zhou Luchen's cigarette. She struck the flint wheel lighter and lit it. Taking a puff from the filter, she then removed it and placed it to his lips.
