Lu Ning's small hand froze on the sedan's door as she stared blankly at Yin Zhihan.
"If something like this happens again, call your family. You don't always have to put up a strong front - showing off your meek side will endear more people to you than otherwise. I won't always be around to help you, and even if I wanted to, there may come a day whereby I wouldn't have the ability to do so." Yin Zhihan chided gently.
Lu Ning came back to her senses, feeling her face flush. It seemed Zhihan had seen that message.
She wished she could dig a hole to escape her current embarrassment.
"Lu Ning, come here." Yin Zhihan reached out to her.
His obsidian eyes glimmered brightly in the gloom of the sedan, resembling the first rays of sunlight peeking through a spring shower. Those bewitching pools of night drew Lu Ning in like a moth to the flame. Slowly, she crept closer to his outstretched hand.
