Yu Jingchen's thin lips curved slightly as a strong whiff of displeasure surfaced in his eyes.
He stared at her without blinking for even a second.
An Ning met his gaze, ready for him to take it away.
The two of them gazed at each other in silence, neither wanting to be the first to blink.
In an instant, the air in the car froze over, deathly still.
One could even hear the angry breathing of the other.
Yu Jingchen's pupils grew deeper and darker, his chilly aura bearing down.
An Ning felt she was about to lose the battle.
Just then, Yu Jingchen's lips curled into a pleasant arc as he took her wrist. "Indeed, this gift isn't quite suitable for you, considering there's already a bracelet here. It's my fault for not being thorough when buying the gift."
An Ning tried to pull her hand back.
Yu Jingchen slipped the bracelet onto her other wrist. "Wear this one on this side, it's perfect."