Chen Jiayan withdrew his gaze and drove the car out.
Xie Baola was actually a bit sleepy, but considering that he was spending New Year's alone, and was driving out in the middle of the night, she stayed awake.
The temperature in the car was very comfortable, making one drowsy.
She didn't ask Chen Jiayan where he was taking her.
There was a faint scent of crisp lime on him, lingering subtly at her nostrils.
Xie Baola leaned against the seat and turned her head, her eyes resting on Chen Jiayan's handsome face.
Suddenly, she spoke up, "Chen Jiayan, you are really good-looking."
Chen Jiayan, upon hearing her unexpected compliment, said nothing.
Xie Baola's gaze shifted to his long fingers, "Your hands are good-looking too."
Chen Jiayan, "Can you keep quiet?"
Even though his heart was still, being praised in such a manner by a beautiful and enchanting woman inevitably stirred his emotions.
