Li Shengxiao turned off the car's dome light, his expression calm, "What are you looking at?"
"..."
Rong Yan gazed at the handsome face so close to her in the shadow flickering from the roadside lights, and for a moment, she was at a loss for words. She turned her head away, deciding not to look at him at all, "Nothing."
Just as she turned her head, preparing to sit properly, her wrist was suddenly held. His fingers weren't as flawless as they appeared; beneath the smooth surface were calluses that rubbed coarsely against her wrist, sparking an electric tingling. Rong Yan couldn't help it; she lifted her gaze and unconsciously followed his form. The man's lips, a vivid red in the darkness, lightly touched each other, his husky voice brushed her ear, "After watching for so long, are you sure there's nothing wrong?"
Rong Yan's heart felt as if it were pulled by an invisible thread. She couldn't help but sit upright and ask him, "Are you angry?"
