He did not like being touched this way, but his body did not move and he still looked sideways at Gu Qiaoqiao with the teardrop on her eyelashes. Then, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and the teardrop fell.
The man gazing sideways, the charming girl sleeping on his shoulder—this scene was universally beautiful.
Thus, the middle-aged man sitting opposite them flashed a look in his eyes and spoke in a pleasing tone, "Young comrade, are you heading home or out for fun?"
The Mandarin was alright, just heavily accented with the Central Plains dialect.
Gu Qiaoqiao, who was half-asleep at this time, felt a chill run through her body and her heartbeat sped up immediately upon hearing this voice, as if all the blood in her body had clotted in one place.
Her entire body stiffened, and she could not move.
It was a suffocating fear, like hearing the voice of a demon.
She didn't even dare to open her eyes because it was a nightmare she detested and dared not recall.
