Body language

It was quarter to seven in the evening but the day was already getting dark. Notwithstanding, the street lights were on, so Sara could clearly see Muchen's face.

It was difficult to concentrate with his hand on her face and his gaze solely on her. She knew she had to step back. She knew she couldn't keep standing there with him like this. But she couldn't. His touch seemed to warm her up. After having a bad day, she felt better with him around. She could hear her heart beating fast and she feared he might hear it.

She tried to say something but nothing could come out except an hiccup. She tried again, Hiccup.

Muchen seemed to revel in her discomfort. He was glad to know he had such an effect on her. Then, He smiled at her.

His smile got her heart beating even louder. She was finally seeing something refreshing after Dexi's contaminated smile. But then, she instinctively turned her head and took two steps back. She didn't want to keep staring. For some reason, she was feeling weak and dizzy.

"You... you... are not angry...at me?" She stuttered. So the only thing she did wrong was hitting him twice? Ah! She would have as well beaten him to a stupor.

He looked at her without saying a word. Then to her surprise, he stretched a open hand at her. Sara knew immediately that he was asking her to take his hand.

Her mind was in a great tumult. 'Should I take his hand?' She remembered the movie she had watched when a girl accepted the guys open hand and he had said he was asking for his car keys instead, which got her embarrassed.

"Are you asking for my hand or something else?" She asked.

Muchen cracked up. "What else would I be asking you of? Do you want to give me your heart instead?" He teased. He no longer waited for her and just took her hand and pulled her to his side. He studied her face closely and spoke softly "You really look like your father. It would have been nice if you were as observant as him" He commented.

Sara had been surprised by his earlier action and his word about 'giving him her heart' She didn't want to dwell on it. So she chose to dwell on his last comment instead. "Eh? Are you saying I'm not smart?" She fired back.

He wore her back her face cap but made sure the visor was at the back to he could still see her face clearly then he flicked her forehead. "You're only less smarter than him" He smiled.

Sara did not know when she laughed back. Or why she even laughed back. He was indirectly calling her dumb and here she was, laughing with him.

Muchen was surprised. It was the first time he had really seen her laugh like this—and with him. He was entranced by it.

Both of them were not making any effort to get into the car. They just stood by the side of the road staring at each other.

"Does Ms Long usually report every detail about your employees to you?" She asked.

"No"

"Then about today..."

"Zhang Hansong is a dangerous person. He might come for you again. So I need to handle the matter before that thought pops into his head" He said before resting his back on the car and invited Sara to do same. She didn't decline.

"How do you intend to handle it? I really didn't mean to be a bother"

"You're not. I've been looking for an excuse to take care of him. You should have given him a good beating for me"

Sara laughed. "I really should have then."

"What were you doing there?" He remembered to ask.

"I received a coupon from Heya so I went to use it. god, I shouldn't have gone there. They're all so mean" She used a hand to cover her face.

"What did they do to you?" Muchen asked.

Before Sara knew it, she had turned to a whining child. "I had no idea they were so discriminative. I mean, I went there to use it. They were supposed to allow me enter right? But they sent me out. When i even got in, they were all looking at me like I'm causing some kind of social problem with my presence"

Muchen chuckled and looked at her. She became conscious of her self and used her hands to cover the ripped parts of her Jean.

"Sara. You can dress the way you like. But I won't lie, you do look like a gangster." He smiled at her and continued. "Ripped Jean doesn't really tell well of you. I don't mean to be judgemental. You look good on anything. But you can do away with your ripped Jeans right?"

Sara blushed. She didn't know if it was from embarrassment or the fact that he said she looked good on anything or the fact that he was this close to her.

Muchen noticed it but said nothing. Just like the way he had noticed her blush earlier when he touched her face.

As if being hypnotised, she nodded. '

Wait, why am I nodding? I love this trousers!' She wanted to shake her head to tell him know built when she saw the way he was looking at her, she continued nodding.

He gave her a warm smile. "Good! Then let's go get you treated before it gets infected."

Sara almost laughed. It didn't hurt at all. Did all rich folks always throw money at irrelevant things.

"It doesn't hurt" She said.

Muchen shook his head. He had wanted to say something naughty but he just smiled and led her into the car.

Sara pouted and followed him quietly.

**

"Should we follow them?" Dexi's Secretary who was sitting at the front passenger's seat asked Dexi who was sitting behind.

Dexi looked at the empty spot which earlier had Sara, Li Muchen and his car. He didn't know why he had followed Sara even when he knew she was adamantly going to refuse his assistance for a lift home.

He had been wondering why Ms Long was with Sara and why Sara was in a place like Delight. Now it made sense. The image of Sara smiling at Muchen flashed through his mind. Even though he was far and couldn't hear what they were saying, he could understand their body language too well.

She had even timed him and walked out on him but she stood by the side of the road and laughed with Li Muchen? He scoffed.

He had been looking forward to a challenge in getting Sara. But he had not expected this. He could feel a lump in his throat while his hand clutched tightly the document he had been holding.

"Home" He said.