But Nan Sichen seemed to be in a deep sleep, his facial skin appearing especially pallid under the dim streetlights.
Almost translucent.
Qin Yin's hand reflexively moved to his face, gently sweeping across it, wanting to reach out again after she had finished her touch.
Suddenly her wrist was seized.
Nan Sichen's lazy and charming eyes snapped open, sharp and piercing.
Qin Yin was momentarily frightened; she had never seen such a look in his eyes before. Startled, she hurriedly blurted, "You... what kind of skin do you have? It seems pretty good."
Upon recognizing that the person before him was Qin Yin, his gaze softened a bit. Frowning slightly, he let go of her wrist, rubbed his temple and asked, "Are we there yet?"
He paused for a moment, then added, "I'm a bit tired."
After he spoke, he pushed the car door open, got out, and casually mentioned, "The medicine is in the backseat."
