The man's sudden silence caused Liang Weining to hold her breath subconsciously and watch him.
After quietly looking at each other for a while, a flush crept up her cheeks.
Sometimes, it wasn't necessary to use many words to understand what was conveyed in each other's eyes.
Unable to cope, the young girl turned her head and hugged his neck, "Don't look."
Chen Jingyuan chuckled softly.
His palm smoothed over her back, giving a light pat twice. It meant, don't be shy, he wouldn't look.
The Maybach drove smoothly, and the girl sat in the man's embrace, maintaining the same position for a long time, reluctant to turn her face back around.
The skin against his neck still held warmth and showed no sign of fading.
A casually intimate sister before, now she was attentive.
He could feel it.
The half-hour car ride arrived at Broadway.
