"I..." Song Yaoyao opened her mouth and lied with a straight face, "I'm not blushing. You must be mistaken, Gege!"
She half-kneeled beside Huo Yunque and wrapped her hand around his shoulders.
Her cheeks were clearly red like she had sneakily applied a few layers of blush.
As the sun shone in through the car window, it cast a strangely beautiful tint on the man, softening his cold, tough, and sharp features. As he looked at the girl, there was a particularly gentle gaze in his eyes.
"Oh, okay, I was mistaken."
The man held back his laugh and nodded calmly.
Song Yaoyao pouted her lips and lifted her head slightly. From her perspective, she could only see the side of the man's defined face. Half immersed in the sunlight, his lower jaw was beautifully lined, but the turtleneck sweater covered her favorite part.
The car started moving.
All of a sudden, Song Yaoyao said, "Gege, I need to go somewhere first!"
