Occasionally, the driver was even better at gauging the master's mood in advance.
Lingering one more second was simply negligence.
Liang Weining had no time to ponder other matters, her heart weighed down with a heavy, sour feeling.
And guilt.
Exactly what she felt guilty about was unclear and indefinable; there was just this sudden urge to say "sorry" to him.
Her chest swelled, unable to restrain the warmth rising within.
The girl hastily turned her face away, gazing out at the night view of the coastal bay outside the window to distract herself.
Upon boarding the yacht, what first caught the eye wasn't the luxurious setting but rather the neatly illuminated strips of light spaced evenly along the deck every few steps.
Her gaze traveled through the forward cabin to the bar area and even deeper, to places out of sight, all decorated in her favorite pink.
This big shot is...
