Shang Yu's sparse cold smile faded, but Mo Liang's gaze silently landed on the left pocket of Li Qiao's hoodie.
At that moment, Li Qiao's hand was still in the pocket. Catching the man's gaze, she intuitively stretched out her hand, revealing a wrinkled little brocade bag lying in her palm, "Someone just gave me a peace charm. It's said to ensure safety wherever one goes. If Master Yan likes it, I'm re-gifting it to you by proxy."
The man's somber expression softened, and he stopped the motion of fiddling with his fingers. Under Li Qiao's surprised gaze, he reached out of the car door and very proudly, slowly took the little brocade bag, "Hmm, accepted."
The moment he took it, his rough fingertips brushed against Li Qiao's palm, tickling and tingling, like an electric current seeping into her skin, restlessly stirring her soul.
Li Qiao couldn't help but lower her head and curl the corners of her mouth, her mood, shrouded in gloom for so long, suddenly brightened.
Somewhat cute!
