It was a dark and long night.
Dim yellow beams from the streetlamps found their way into the car, bringing some warmth and coziness.
Yet, there wasn't a hint of warmth in Tang Yaoyao's smile. To her, these low lights made the night all the more interesting and playful.
Tang Yaoyao moved closer to him and placed a finger on his shoulder before applying some force.
She traced his vein down his strong arm, and finally drew a circle on the back of his palm.
When she looked up at him, her eyes were brighter than even the moonlight. With a smile, she said, "Brother Xiao, there isn't supper on the expressway."
Xiao Jinhan looked down at her finger and her blood-red fingernail. He pursed his lips and went even colder.
To be honest, Tang Yaoyao could feel the pressure in his gaze.
If she was just any other girl, she might have taken her hand back already.
But for her.
Hm.
She was more thick-skinned than that.
