Without waiting for her answer, he muttered, "You must have."
The corners of his mouth curled up, and his voice turned low habitually, but it was inexplicably husky.
The air in the compartment was thin and dry.
Qin Ran's five senses seemed to become countless times more sensitive. She could clearly feel the hand clasped around her waist and vaguely feel his heat.
He stared at her closely, his eyes dark and bright, gentle and serious, as if reflecting snow.
He wasn't pressing down too hard on her left hand, so she slightly moved it and broke free with a slight flip. Without saying a single word, she held his hand, as if giving her response.
Lowering his eyes, he stared at her with a pair of clear eyes. He didn't think he would get any response from her now.
It was really…
Killing him…
He lowered his head…
**
Ting Lan.