Sheng Qianchi personally drove Gu Jiayin back to Lu Xiya's place.
Neither of them spoke along the way.
She wanted silence, so he gave her space and room.
Underneath the apartment building, he parked the car, got out, walked around the front, and opened the car door for her with gentlemanly grace, assisting her out.
They stood facing each other under the dim streetlight.
He was tall and upright; she was slender and graceful, the perfect height difference making the scene pleasing to the eye.
The night was hazy, and the evening breeze blew gently.
Her long hair fell softly against her fair face.
He raised his hand and gently tucked it behind her ear, leaned down and kissed her lips, a deep kiss that didn't linger for long before he pulled away.
He gazed at her with deep affection in his eyes, his voice hoarse yet pleasant, like a gentle stream flowing over her heart, "Tomorrow night at eight, return to Shuiyunjian and have dinner with me, alright?"
