A near miss triggered an inevitable awkward atmosphere.
The blaring sound of the phone abruptly stopped, and the room fell into sudden silence.
Shi Yuhuan was staring at her all along, his gaze intense as though carrying a burning heat.
Illuminated by a tender sentiment, Song Qinghuan's lips glowed a vivid red. Her cheeks were as if on fire, subtly exuding an unconscious charm.
Song Qinghuan had never seen him looking at her with such an expression.
At that moment, the fever in her cheeks seemed to ignite under his gaze.
Her heart seemed to pound as if it wasn't hers, beating fervently.
After a pause, the phone rang again.
Shi Yuhuan reluctantly looked at Song Qinghuan. His expression concealed his feelings well, so she could not detect any change in him. He rolled over to his side, picked up his vibrating mobile from the bedside table.
He glanced lightly at Song Qinghuan, before answering the phone in a low voice, "Speak!"
