A car stopped in front of her, and a tall man got out, stuffed her into the back seat, and the car quickly drove away.
The moment the man drew close to her, she realized it was him, so she did not resist.
"How much longer do you want to hold on?"
The man's deep voice brought her back to reality.
Chi Yue lifted her head and saw the superior line of his jaw.
His body always carried a faint scent of sandalwood, which although subtle, always managed to soothe her restless emotions.
Further up were his deep, unfathomable eyes, and as their eyes met, Chi Yue nearly got sucked into those black whirlpools.
"Not seeing you for two days and you look at me with such eyes, it's easy for me to get the wrong idea."
The indifferent tone of his voice pulled her thoughts back, but she did not let go of him.
"The great Fifth Young Master Fu, fled from his own wedding, aren't you afraid of being laughed at?"
