"Hmm, you guessed right." He said softly.
"How do you know what I was guessing!" She felt her face slightly blushing.
He smiled without speaking, and just then, the elevator doors opened, leading them to the underground parking lot: "Come on, I'll take you home."
Mu Yiliang had no way to refuse, so she had to get into his car once again.
The man leaned over to fasten her seatbelt again, but Mu Yiliang quickly stopped him: "I'll do it myself! Don't trouble yourself..."
He paused slightly, as if a hint of hurt appeared in his dark eyes.
It made Mu Yiliang feel guilty, and she couldn't help but pass the seatbelt to him.
He laughed out loud, carefully fastened her seatbelt, and adjusted the position. When his fingers slipped past her chest, there seemed to be a slight hesitation.
Mu Yiliang inwardly cursed herself for being so spineless!
Yan Sijue wasn't feeling well either.
