The drizzle hit the glass and turned into water beads that flowed down in a mess.
Supporting Nan Qiao with his arms, Huo Yichen looked out into the dark night, waiting for a car to arrive.
A lingering rose fragrance lingered between his lips and teeth. Coupled with the slight intoxication, Huo Yichen's usually clear thoughts became hazy.
Nan Qiao had already closed her eyes and was leaning against Huo Yichen drowsily. She was unaware of what had happened.
The pleasant fragrance invaded her nose, making Nan Qiao feel like she was back in the middle of summer, still tugging at the corner of his clothes and bringing him breakfast. .
He looked very much like that young man with cold eyes.
As the two of them waited in the lobby, a black car slowly stopped at the door.
Huo Yichen shifted his gaze away from Nan Qiao and met Murong Chen's eyes.
With just one glance, Murong Chen could sense the hidden emotions in Huo Yichen's deep eyes.
