"..."
He's the ultimate master of verbal fireworks.
Flirting openly.
Song Yi sighed, lowered her eyes to fasten the seatbelt, her thick, naturally curled lashes framed her bright and exquisite features.
Without seeing her eyes, it's impossible to read her emotions.
The woman's soft voice came through, "Hurry up, get in the car and drive."
Tang Si chuckled, shut the car door, and got in.
The car roared away in the brisk breeze and bright sun.
...
Inside the car.
The man relaxed with his legs spread, leaning against the seat back, his left wrist adorned with a watch, black, with no visible brand.
He occasionally shifted gears with one hand, his gaze focused on the road ahead.
Song Yi glanced at his hand, unable to peel her eyes away. His hand was strikingly handsome, with long, distinct joints and visible veins—a hand that made even a watch seem more prestigious.
Even a cheap watch can feel like a luxury on some people.
