"Cellphone."
After a terrifying silence in the car, Yu Chiyin's deep voice was the first to break it.
With one hand supporting his forehead and his eyes slightly closed to rest, he held out Lu Fengxuan's cellphone with his other hand, extending it toward her.
Lu Fengxuan snapped out of her daze, took the cellphone, and stole glances at the man's handsome and profound features.
Expressionless, not one to talk or smile without reason.
It seemed... he was angry?
She pursed her lips and quietly shifted her body a little closer to him, then a little more, until their arms touched.
Yu Chiyin felt it and slightly furrowed his brows, "Axuan, don't move around in the car."
"Oh," Lu Fengxuan responded casually, but the next second, she reached out and poked the man's arm, "Brother Ayin, I'm a bit cold."
"..."
Even though it was night, the temperature in the car was always kept constant, so how could she be cold?
Yu Chiyin paid no attention and continued to rest with his eyes closed.
