Qin Ruan rested against the car window, her profile was gentle and beautiful.
The curve of her smile brought a hint of a young girl's flustered charm.
Huo Yirong casually glanced at her, his foxy eyes slightly upturned, the smile on his lips deepened a bit more.
He was certain that Qin Ruan was thinking about his younger brother, so he didn't disturb her further.
The Huo family's car fleet continued to drive forward in the first snow of early winter, apparently speeding up slightly.
By the time they reached the Champs Elysees Manor, the ground was a silvery-white.
Before getting out of the car, Qin Ruan said to Huo Yirong, "Brother Rong, don't leave. Stay the night here?"
"Sure."
Without much hesitation, Huo Yirong got out of the car with her.
As the pair opened the door to their room, a wave of warmth greeted them.
A fire was burning in the living room's fireplace, where Huo Yunjiao was situated on the sofa, comfortably covered by a blanket from his waist down.