He sat there quietly, with a languid ease about him. He did nothing in particular, yet his presence made her heart race.
"Is it nice to look at?"
Suddenly, a deep and husky voice slowly filled the cabin.
Su Ran returned to her senses, her gaze somewhat hazy, and a faint blush spread across her exquisite and icy face.
She was no longer of the age to be foolishly infatuated, yet there she was, staring blankly at a man.
Su Ran said nothing and silently lowered her head.
A low chuckle from the man came from above her head, deep and magnetic, inexplicably captivating.
Su Ran buried her head even lower.
"All right, no lower, you're almost there."
With that,
Su Ran felt someone lift her chin, and as she looked up, she met Qi Yuan's deep and dark eyes.
As their distance suddenly closed, Su Ran froze, then hastily averted her gaze.
Fu Qiyuan slightly curled his lips, the amusement in his eyes flickering.
"Are you still okay?"