Xu Jingxi, finding the route back to East Third Ring too long, opted to drive towards the Northern Suburbs District following the main road.
Leh Ying clutched the seat belt with one hand and braced her waist with the other, the man's large palm had squeezed too hard, causing a dull, tingling soreness.
He always held her like he was holding a doll, how could he be so strong.
While waiting for the traffic light, Xu Jingxi glanced at her, but she remained silent with a frown on her face.
At that time, Xu Jingxi hadn't remembered that he'd hurt her waist, but actually quite admired that small expression of hers, enduring in silence.
The man lazily parted his lips, spoke with a thick Beijing accent, and smiled, "Coming to see me gives me this kind of face?"
Leh Ying turned her head away, looking out of the window, "Why do you always do things without saying anything, without even asking if I'm in pain?"
She didn't even call him "Mr." anymore.
