The black, glossy credit card lay in the palm of Gu Nianzhi's hand, conspicuous and eye-catching against her fair skin. She wanted so badly to return the card, but when she saw the hard, unyielding look on Huo Shaoheng's handsome face, she knew that he would not take no for an answer. Gu Nianzhi shrank back, discouraged.
She stood helplessly in front of Huo Shaoheng, her expression a mixture of worry and delight. Her eyelashes fluttered like butterflies, stirring the placid lake of the emotions within him into a surging wave.
Huo Shaoheng turned away. His hands had become restless, and he felt like smoking. He took out a pack of cigarettes from his trouser pocket, and began to toy with it. He could not make up his mind whether to smoke now, in front of Gu Nianzhi, or to hold off until she left.
