There was a light fragrance in the Maybach.
Bo Yucheng's hands were on the steering wheel, and he gently grazed it with his thumb. He looked askance at the girl on the passenger's seat and asked, "Your heart's aching?"
His face was slightly pale.
It might be because he had torn his wound while beating Shao Mingzhe just now. The pain from his back made him look less intimidating.
"Yes."
Even though it was an answer he expected, Bo Yucheng's grip on the steering wheel still tightened. He could not control the jealousy burning inside.
He should have expected it. After all, Shi Qinglan did not allow him to touch Shao Mingzhe at all in the past, much less beating him up.
Shi Qinglan propped her chin up, turned to look at the stiff-faced man, and smiled. "Of course, my heart aches for you."
The words made Bo Yucheng pause for a second.
He looked at the girl. Her smile was still very charming, but it soon faded away.
