In the Aston car, silent tension was spreading.
Lu Fengxuan watched the street view outside the window out of boredom, then, after a minute or two, turned her head to look at the man who had closed his eyes to rest ever since getting into the car.
The warm yellow light on the car roof cast a few additional shades of warmth onto his sharply defined face.
Her gaze lingered as it moved downward, landing on his tightly pursed lips.
He's clearly not sleeping, what's he pretending for.
Lu Fengxuan slightly gritted her teeth and muttered under her breath, "You act cool in front of me, but outside you're all about 'attracting bees and butterflies'."
Just thinking about how Lu Sirong and her friends' eyes practically glued themselves onto him made her feel irked.
And after he got into the car, he let go of her hand and put on an unapproachable demeanor, which only added to the annoyance.
