Li Shengxiao turned off the car’s dome light, his expression calm, "What are you looking at?"
"..."
Rong Yan gazed at the handsome face so close to her in the shadow flickering from the roadside lights, and for a moment, she was at a loss for words. She turned her head away, deciding not to look at him at all, "Nothing."
Just as she turned her head, preparing to sit properly, her wrist was suddenly held. His fingers weren’t as flawless as they appeared; beneath the smooth surface were calluses that rubbed coarsely against her wrist, sparking an electric tingling. Rong Yan couldn’t help it; she lifted her gaze and unconsciously followed his form. The man’s lips, a vivid red in the darkness, lightly touched each other, his husky voice brushed her ear, "After watching for so long, are you sure there’s nothing wrong?"
Rong Yan’s heart felt as if it were pulled by an invisible thread. She couldn’t help but sit upright and ask him, "Are you angry?"
"Why should I be angry?" Li Shengxiao half-closed his eyes, the bridge of his nose enveloped by the road lamp’s night light, exuding an air of noble grace.
Rong Yan said, "I also want to know why you’re angry."
When agitated, she had a habit of touching her nose; she wanted to raise her hand only to realize he was still holding her left hand, the warmth of their contact seeping through, "I don’t understand why you’re angry with me, but I can feel that you are."
Li Shengxiao quietly watched her, his handsome face so close yet so serene, as if it were all a figment of her imagination.
Making Rong Yan even more anxious.
She disliked this feeling, like a veil stretched between them, she took a deep breath and continued, "I received a call from Mrs. Lin saying she was ing to visit the set, which is why I went out to meet them. I didn’t expect to run into Chen Hai. As soon as I was out of danger, I asked him for a phone to call you and let you know I was safe, so you wouldn’t worry..."
She suddenly leaned over, her almond-shaped face showing signs of frustration, her hands propped against him as if pinning him against the leather seat, eyes filled with anger, "I didn’t know this would happen either. I’m more upset and upset than you, right? Who wants to risk their life for no reason?"
He was inexplicably angry and ignored her.
What sort of situation is this?
She was usually reasonable, willing to accept his anger if it made some sense. The problem was, this time, his anger seemed utterly unreasonable, and she couldn’t even figure out what he was mad about, yet she had to apologize to him. What nonsense is this!
Rong Yan soon cooled off from her anger, ready to reason with him, "Li... um..."
"I’m angry because I didn’t protect you as I promised myself I would! Yanyan, I’m not angry with you; I’m angry at myself."
His voice was grainy, hoarse, and captivating. Rong Yan’s heart felt like it was being gently scratched. She pursed her lips, her clear liquid eyes intently watching his eyes, cradling his face in her hands, "Listen. I couldn’t anticipate this happening, and you’re not a god, you couldn’t either. No one has the ability to know the future. No matter what, I’m here, unharmed, not troubled, aren’t I?"
Two mischievous strands of hair slipped past her ear, the ends brushing against his neck, tickling him. "Sweetheart, what should I do with you?"
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