She was about to get out of the car when she noticed that Lu Beiyuan was motionless, like an old monk in meditation.
"Lu Beiyuan," she thought he had fallen asleep and called him softly, "It's time to get off."
The driver in front acted like a robot, silently following her commands.
Lu Beiyuan did not respond. Su Nanxing had only asked for an hour's leave and time was pressing, so she had no choice but to reach out and tug on Lu Beiyuan's lapel.
Instead, her hand was caught by Lu Beiyuan.
Not only that, but this man also forcefully interlaced his fingers with hers, their fingers tightly intertwined.
Su Nanxing told herself time and again to give up, yet she lacked the backbone and was defeated time and again by Lu Beiyuan's tender assaults.
But being tender did not mean being weak.
Being serious about emotions did not mean she was a spineless follower.
