Especially his thin lips that were like icy blades, tightly closed, exuding a strong chill.
Qiao Qiao sat there, looking at Qin Shaonan, her voice much quieter, "Isn't it?"
Qin Shaonan looked at Qiao Qiao.
Under his gaze, Qiao Qiao felt the hairs on her body stand on end.
After a long while, Qin Shaonan shifted his gaze, turned around, and continued driving.
Qiao Qiao watched his back, having never seen anyone with such a straight posture, even while driving - just like a straight line.
...
An hour later, they returned to the school.
Qin Shaonan parked the car below Qiao Qiao's dormitory building, "Get off."
Qiao Qiao glanced up, "The dormitory door is already closed."
Qin Shaonan glanced at it; it was indeed closed. At this hour, calling for the door would likely not be fruitful.
His place was probably closed too, but getting into his room wasn't really difficult.
Qiao Qiao looked at Qin Shaonan, "What time is it?"
Qin Shaonan glanced at his phone, "Two o'clock."
