In the driver's seat, Qin Feimo glanced at her movements. About thirty seconds later, he unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned toward the passenger seat.
Feeling enveloped by a warm breath, Feng Jinglei instinctively turned her head—
Seeing his impossibly handsome face so close, she was slightly taken aback, staring at his thick eyelashes and flawless face.
She had never seen his face so closely before. At this moment, it felt as if countless deer were fluttering wildly inside her chest.
As he leaned closer, Qin Feimo also paused slightly, sensing her rapid breathing. His gaze drifted subtly to her downcast, curling lashes.
"Alright," he said.
He pulled over the seatbelt and secured it for her, then returned to the driver's seat.
It wasn't until his warm, mellow voice sounded that Feng Jinglei snapped out of her tense emotions, noticing the seatbelt was now snugly fastened.
