His eyes were stunning, spellbinding. The feelings they radiated were like a whirlpool, deeply sucking Jing Haohao in, making it impossible to free herself.
Jing Haohao sat in the passenger seat, one hand clenching her bag, the other holding the paper bag. She displayed no reaction, just intently gazing at Liang Chen.
In the depths of his eyes, she saw her own reflection as if for the first time. She was surprisingly attractive.
...
The inside of the car was deathly quiet.
Jing Haohao could faintly hear his strong, steady heartbeat.
Perhaps it was the alcohol, but Jing Haohao found her breathing becoming more difficult.
Just when she felt she was about to suffocate, she finally spoke. Upon regaining her senses, she realized she had been gazing at Liang Chen in a stupor.
Jing Haohao's face was suddenly aflame, her cheeks burning up. She hurriedly lowered her head, not daring to look at Liang Chen again, feeling a wave of shyness spread throughout her entire body.
