Qiao Qiao's heart was beating a bit fast, she spoke softly, "Tonight, I am yours..."
Qin Shaonan sat there, looking at Qiao Qiao, his gaze resting on her.
The dim light from the car roof cast a faint glow on her otherwise elegant face.
Qiao Qiao also looked at Qin Shaonan, his familiar cold and handsome features, deep black eyes, without waves or traces. Dressed head to toe in black – suit, trousers, shoes – even the costly watch on his wrist was black, making him feel increasingly unapproachable.
Not hearing him speak for a long time, Qiao Qiao's fair arm fell on his hand.
Qin Shaonan held her hand, moved it away, and continued driving.
...
When they arrived at the Qin Family, Qin Shaonan stopped the car, got out of the driver's seat, walked through the rain to get an umbrella from the trunk, and went to the passenger side, opened the car door, and handed the umbrella to Qiao Qiao.
