Attention Sir, I Have Your Heart Handcuffed!-Chapter 732: [Yan Jian Side Story] 22, Originally Didn’t Want to Fall in Love with You

The innocent umbrella was blown away by the wind, spinning helplessly on the road. Originally a tool to shield from rain, it was now completely drenched by it, the defiant protector ultimately becoming a failure.

And now, without the umbrella’s protection, Yan Jian, along with James, gradually became soaked from head to toe by those stubborn raindrops.

Both of them were drenched, yet neither could let go of each other.

This kiss was just like their irresistible fate; once they met, it entangled them, making it hard to separate.

Until a car sped by at the distant intersection, witnessing their passionate embrace on the street, someone playfully opened the car window and sounded a loud whistle. It was then she came to her senses and forcefully pushed him away!

His retreat allowed the cold to rush in between them, and only then did she realize she was completely drenched!

She hugged herself tightly, shivering from the cold.

Her body was cold, but her heart felt even colder.

——In that moment of blurred yearning, she had discovered, not only had she not resisted, but she had instinctively responded to him!

She hated this side of herself; she didn’t want to face him like this anymore.

She awkwardly rushed to retrieve the umbrella driven away by the wind and rain, then turned and fled.

She needed to escape, far, far away.

.

But she couldn’t run far before he overtook her with long strides from behind. He grabbed her elbow, forcibly dragging her back toward him.

Fear struck her, a panic like she had never felt before. She nearly jumped up, attempting to bite his hand, shouting without any pretense, "Let go of me! What do you want?"

She was so afraid, afraid that she would fall back into his embrace, afraid of him—squinting those blue eyes to ask why she had responded to him earlier!

She couldn’t answer. Damn it, she really didn’t know why!

Raindrops like silver spilled over her long hair, sprinkled on her fine brows and long eyelashes, making her look even more endearingly pitiful.

His heart was pounding fiercely, he took a long breath, trying to calm himself to explain, "You’re soaked through. If you go home like this, you’ll get sick!"

"Then I’ll get sick, what does that have to do with you?" Yan Jian resisted fiercely.

Besides speaking so sharply, she wasn’t as delicate as he imagined.

The Tang Family ancestors were born from the military, so the family still upheld martial traditions. Her brothers went without saying, but even among the girls, they had to run with their brothers in single layers during snowy days. Through such training, the seemingly delicate and calm eldest sister had the courage to walk through a war-torn country.

It was just a bit of rain; she knew she couldn’t compare to her elder sister, but she still had some resilience!

But James ignored her confidence, directly dragging her toward his car. His blue eyes were misty yet commanding: "At least wait until your clothes are dry before you leave!"

Comparing their physiques, he was too tall, too strong, legs too long and arms too powerful; whereas she was as small as a green bean sprout.

A green bean sprout, not a soybean one. At least soybean sprouts could grow a bit sturdier, but she was just a tender green bean sprout.

Effortlessly, he dragged her into the Koenigsegg and turned up the heat.

She had no strength to resist, could only curl up to the side, trying to distance herself from him.

Though there was heat, her woolen dress was soaked, clinging uncomfortably to her body.

And in tense situations, the body couldn’t help but react allergically. A dress that usually fit well suddenly felt prickly, tiny red rashes began spreading across her skin, making her itchy.

The itch seeped into her heart, gradually becoming irresistible.

Embarrassed, she curled her body, avoiding his gaze, reaching in to scratch.

His body temperature was higher than hers, so in the well-sealed and warm car, wisps of vapor started to rise from his hair and shirt shoulders. Under the silver-white car lights, he inexplicably had a touch of enchanting ethereal charm beyond his cold allure.

This made her feel itchier, her secret scratching even more disgraceful.

How could she possibly escape his gaze in such a state?

He sighed, took her arm, controlled it at the side: "What’s wrong?"

She gritted her teeth in embarrassment: "Itchy! Let me go, I’m itching to death!"

Yet his blue eyes flashed with cold light, he didn’t let go of her hand, instead reached out to pull open her wool dress collar...

She instantly froze.

Damn it, what the hell is he doing!

Yet he unabashedly leaned in to look...