Yao Qing blinked, and it seemed like the snowflakes on her eyelashes melted at that moment, becoming so heavy she couldn't open her eyes to meet those of the man in front of her.
A tingling sensation touched the bottom of her heart for an instant, like when her overseas roommate had once gotten a kitten, and the feeling was akin to that kitten's paws scratching the palm of her hand.
She felt somewhat at a loss, and after a moment of silence, she randomly brought up a topic, "Where's Fo Zi'ang…?"
As soon as she said it, she felt that perhaps it wasn't appropriate to mention another man at this time.
But then again, there was no real reason she shouldn't ask about his whereabouts.
Yu Yanshen's expression seemed unchanged, his thin lips pursing almost imperceptibly.
"I have a car accident and you don't care, but you care about Fo Zi'ang? Do you like him?"
Yao Qing frowned, "What are you talking about, how could I possibly like him?"
