"Let's go to my secret base," Zhou Jingwei said, hand resting casually on the steering wheel, his words a mix of sincerity and jest.
"Secret base?" Cheng Weiyue couldn't help but laugh, her curiosity piqued as she asked, "What secret base?"
Zhou Jingwei suddenly reached out and gently gathered Cheng Weiyue's hand into the warm haven of his palm.
He turned his face toward her for a brief moment, his brows and eyes exuding a lazy melancholy that was indescribably enticing.
He said, "You'll know once we get there."
Cheng Weiyue felt the skin touched by Zhou Jingwei's palm grow a bit too warm.
The neon lights of the city flickered like an undercurrent, flowing through the dim interior of the car.
Cheng Weiyue clandestinely glanced at him, noticing his hands with well-defined knuckles were pale as jade in the dim light.
He must have noticed because he chuckled lowly, the sound both sexy and melancholic.