The airport was crowded, and the radio voices rang overhead.
For the first time, Cheng Juan felt like the radio sound above was very annoying.
He lowered his eyes and stared at her without evasion.
Wearing her usual black sweater, Qin Ran's stray hair hung casually by her ear lobes. From the side, her figure was cold and thin, with a delicate outline.
Cheng Juan saw that she wasn't answering and tightened his grip.
This kind of posture was too close, and the warmth from his breath hit her ears when he spoke, transmitting small electric currents that numbed her fingertips.
Qin Ran's eyelashes trembled. "Don't get too close."
His slightly darker lips were pursed, and his snow-white complexion was soft and gentle. His usual coldness and indifference were gone, his voice was low and bewitching, stirring up her heartstrings. "Then, are you going to consider it?"
