Gu Annan had just sent a message to Zhao Chen when his gaze shifted to the woman on top of him.
Her fair face was flushed, her black eyes seemed to shimmer with a faint mist, and her long lashes quivered like tiny feathers, reaching straight to the heart. He swallowed, his eyes immediately darkened, and his handsome face became incredibly taut.
The silence led Lu Wanwan to believe she had her answer, and she quickly looked away.
Facing a block of indifferent ice, no matter how pitiful she acted, it was useless. She could only resign herself to thinking of an excuse to leave.
"Excuse me..." she pushed at his arm.
She had been held in his arms all the way here, even sitting on his lap in the car.
She felt uncomfortable, as though sitting on pins and needles, wondering why she had to act like an invalid when she had hit her head but her legs were fine.
Besides, sitting like this didn't feel good; it was like a fever, her temperature rising.
