The sleek black car glided down the dimly lit road as Qiao Jun gripped the steering wheel, his jaw tense and his mind elsewhere.
Beside him sat Vivian, her presence heavy and oppressive, despite her outwardly cheerful demeanor.
She hummed a tune under her breath, occasionally casting sly glances at Qiao Jun, her coyness barely masking the determination simmering beneath her surface.
Qiao Jun's eyes flickered to his phone, which sat on the dashboard. A message—one he was waiting for—had yet to arrive.
"Brother Jun, are you even listening to me?" Vivian's voice broke through his thoughts, her tone playful yet tinged with irritation.
"Hm?" he responded absently, his focus still on the road.
Vivian pouted dramatically.
"You've been ignoring me since we left the party. What's so interesting about your phone that you can't even look at me?"
Qiao Jun didn't respond, his silence a deliberate wall between them.