Seeing that Qiao Xi didn't make a sound, Shen Dang closed his eyes again, leaning his tall figure lazily on the back of the seat.
If he were in ancient times, he would also be a nonchalant prince with devastating charm and immense power, his unattainable demeanor making people feel out of reach.
The light from the streetlamps slid over the car, casting shadowy, fleeting light inside, and with Qiao Xi's impulsive words now out, the rest of the journey seemed even more quiet.
Outside the hotel, Qiao Xi parked the car, and the engine was turned off.
Seeing that Shen Dang made no movement, Qiao Xi turned her head, her phoenix eyes gazing at the man hidden in darkness: "We're here."
The light from the street diffused over, just barely revealing his handsome profile, casting a mysterious silhouette.
Shen Dang opened his eyes to look at her, pressing a slender finger to his temple: "I'm feeling a bit tipsy."
