45 You Like It? Then Sit Still

Countless lights and shadows flew past the windows, but the soundproof car was extremely quiet.

The young woman pursed her lips as her dark eyelashes trembled.

Her rosy fair-skinned face looked like jade, as well as a fluffy pink peach that tempted one to take a bite to see if they could taste the juicy sweetness.

When one couldn't see, their other senses naturally became heightened.

Song Yaoyao sensed a change in the airflow. Something seemed to be moving closer to her face. She held her breath and hoped Huo Yunque wouldn't be too ruthless.

But...

She froze in the next moment.

The man's hand gently brushed across her face. His fingertips were cool, but the expected pain did not happen.

"Gege?" She opened her eyes in confusion as her tears sparkled.

She looked soft, dopey, cute, and easy to bully.

The man curled his index finger and wiped away the tears on her face.