Tianxin blinked, looking carefully and intently into Chen Yiran's deep eyes.
His pupils reflected her petite figure, like ink-black gemstones.
But because he was looking down, the sky full of fireworks was not reflected in his eyes.
"Liar." Tianxin pouted, quietly protested, "There are no fireworks in your eyes."
"So what's there instead?" Chen Yiran smirked slightly, his voice low and beguiling as he asked.
"Hmm... Just my figure..." Tianxin looked again carefully, the girl in his eyes wore a bright red wool coat, a beige scarf, which highlighted her fair and delicate cheeks. She looked plump, like a lamb ready for slaughter.
Wait a second...
A lamb ready for slaughter?
Why did she feel that way?
Tianxin rubbed her eyes. When she looked back into Chen Yiran's eyes, she saw clear amusement in them.
"That's right, Yiran, you just drove to N City so suddenly... Are you sure that's okay?" Tianxin held his arm with her small, pale hands, looking up at him curiously.