Jiang Qingli looked up, meeting the fox's smiling, crescent-shaped eyes.
Baili Jing hooked a stray strand of her hair from her cheek, intending to tuck it behind her ear, but she dodged him.
The girl took a few steps back, raised an eyebrow, pushed him away, and turned to leave.
The soft hair slipped from his grasp. Baili Jing froze for a moment, a flicker of panic flashing through his usually composed eyes, and he hurried after her.
Jiang Qingli got into the car before him and pressed the close-door button with one hand, pretending not to see him.
However, when only a narrow gap remained, Baili Jing thrust his hand inside as if he hadn't seen the closing door. The door clamped down on his fingers without mercy.
Jiang Qingli hadn't expected him to do that. She jumped in fright and frantically mashed the open-door button several times.
The door slid open, and she snatched Baili Jing's hand.
