The soft, tender voice, like the scratch of a kitten's tiny claws on the heart, was light and ticklish with no force of attack, yet it successfully halted the man's motion to dial the phone. The large hand around the girl's waist tightened then gradually became gentle and completely relaxed.
Liang Weining held her breath, frozen for two seconds before she realized what she had just done.
Despite being an action born out of desperation, the effect was obviously substantial.
As if she had unintentionally discovered the password to a reversal of fortune.
Who would have thought Mr. Chen would fall for this tactic?
Still uncertain.
So she patiently lay on the man's broad, hard shoulder, waiting for him to speak first.
The night was tranquil.
Under the soft white light, Chen Jingyuan's gaze on the girl's side face was dark and profound, as if wrapped in a cloud drenched in rain mist, carrying an unprecedented strange sensation.
