"What are you looking at me for?" Yao Qing asked quietly.
The car was quieter than ever before. Yao Qing used to think that Su Jue was a straightforward person without much subtlety, but now she vaguely understood that he was the one who knew Yu Yanshen's thoughts most of the time.
He knew what to do at what time, which was why he hadn't made a single comment so far.
Yu Yanshen didn't speak, just held her hand so as not to let her wound be impacted.
Then he silently lowered his head, and a kiss mixed with the light scent of tobacco fell silently, scorching Yao Qing's nerves and stirring a series of minute shivers.
"Being with me has wronged you," he said in a low voice.
Yao Qing was stunned for a moment, then shook her head subconsciously.
"I don't mean that, and you've never made me feel wronged."
Her response was real and genuine, and as their eyes met, Yu Yanshen didn't seem to be thinking about anything, just circling her waist and holding her even tighter.
