The night was long, and the lights were dim.
The dim yellow light from the streetlights shone through the car window, creating a strangely warm feeling.
However, this warmth vanished instantly in Tang Yaoyao's smile, as if it were adding a touch of romance to this magical night.
Tang Yaoyao moved a little closer to him, extended her slender index finger, placed it on his shoulder, and gently pressed down.
Following his strong, powerful arm down, it finally landed on the back of his hand and drew a circle.
She looked up, her eyes sparkling brighter than moonlight, and smiled, "Brother Xiao, there are no late-night snacks on the highway, you know."
Xiao Jinhan's dark chestnut eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze lingering on her nails painted with red nail polish. He pursed his lips slightly, exuding an even stronger aura of coldness and abstinence.
To be honest, Tang Yaoyao felt the pressure in his gaze.
If it were an average girl, she would probably have pulled her hand back.
And her?
Um.
He has a thick skin.
With a flick of her slender fingers, she drew another circle.
Xiao Jinhan's thin lips parted slightly: "Tang Yaoyao."
There was an indescribable sense of danger.
Tang Yaoyao raised her eyebrows slightly, said nothing, but tightened her fingers a bit.
She wasn't addicted to touching him; she was telling his fortune.
However, she discovered something incredible.
She actually... couldn't calculate his destiny.
It can't calculate anything.
It was as if some hidden force was pushing her away, making it impossible for her to glimpse his future or even calculate a sliver of his luck.
This man...
As she continued her efforts, he suddenly withdrew his hand.
Tang Yaoyao looked up and saw him lower his lips and blow on the back of his hand that she had touched. His expression didn't seem like he was disgusted, but it didn't seem like he wasn't disgusted either.
Damn it!
This guy is really hard to flirt with.
Tang Yaoyao shifted her posture, looking languid, her beautiful eyes gleaming with a radiant light: "Brother Xiao, you couldn't have parked the car here just to call my name, could you?"
Xiao Jinhan rolled down the car window a little and lit a cigarette.
When he looked at her, his gaze was somewhat deep, and through the swirling smoke, his deep voice was very soft: "Miss Tang, do you want to confirm our relationship?"
Tang Yaoyao's starry eyes sparkled, her smile was faint, and her skin became even thicker: "Brother Xiao came to my door in the middle of the night, not to talk about dating me?"
The ambiguous answer only served to throw the question back at him.
Xiao Jinhan smiled, his lips curving upwards.
Her thin lips curved slightly, her smile devoid of any warmth, even carrying a hint of sarcasm, yet the shallow dimples on her cheeks possessed a captivating charm reminiscent of a bright spring breeze.
Tang Yaoyao couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
He was indeed the most handsome man she had ever seen; even his mockery had a certain charm.
This made her even more enthusiastic in flirting with him.
A hint of a smile played on her lips, completely ignoring his coldness, and her voice suddenly softened: "Or perhaps, Brother Xiao's illness has improved, and you should thank me?"
As she finished speaking, her gaze lingered, almost imperceptibly, on his injured area.
Xiao Jinhan flicked the ash off his cigarette, his gaze growing even deeper as he looked at her, yet the flickering light within it carried a strange air of domineering authority: "I have my own way of expressing my gratitude."
Tang Yaoyao was somewhat surprised. Was she cured?
However, he then asked in a surprising turn of events, "If it can't be cured, what do you mean?"
Tang Yaoyao licked her bright red lips: "Since Brother Xiao still wants me to treat his illness, then it must be effective, right?"
Xiao Jinhan stubbed out his cigarette and raised an eyebrow: "Want the female lead?"
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