Pei Yibai narrowed his eyes, not working there? Where was 'there'? It seemed there was some misunderstanding between them.
His expression was obscure, causing Song Weiyi's heart to pound with trepidation, silently annoyed with herself for speaking too directly.
"Not working there? What do you mean?" Pei Yibai pulled out a tissue, a faint smile on his lips, and turned Song Weiyi's face toward him.
In an instant, they were face-to-face, his handsome features so close to her, making Song Weiyi feel guilty.
What surprised her even more was that Pei Yibai had taken a tissue to wipe off her sweat.
"Let me do it myself, you should focus on driving," Song Weiyi tried to snatch the tissue, but Pei Yibai gently dodged.
"Just sit tight and stop fidgeting, you haven't answered my question yet."
His hand held the thin tissue, gently touching her forehead and the tip of her nose; the sticky beads of sweat were gently wiped away from her face the moment he touched them.
