" We're here." Han Zihao halted the car in front of the Global Building's entrance and glanced at Xu Nuan, who was dozing off beside him. Her chestnut brown hair was partially covering her face, revealing her lustrous pinkish lips.
He pursed his lips remembering when she kissed him passionately in her drunken state and left him burning in the middle. He couldn't help but take a deep breath, thinking about her torture.
She has her eyes closed with her head resting against the closed windows. Earphones were stuffed into her ears as she was listening to music before she fell into the world of dreams.
Since they left the cemetery, she didn't say a single word to him. She was ignoring him as if he didn't exist. She was looking out of the window and was pouting during the whole ride back home.
It wasn't even a mystery to him why she was angry. She has shown her displeasure to him, a while ago quite evidently.
