Ling Chuxia's evening gown was already thin, and a large part of her back was exposed, so when the chilly breeze blew, she unconsciously shivered, goosebumps rising on her arms.
Ling Chuxia instinctively wrapped her arms around herself, rubbing her arms with a little force, and even gently stamped her feet in place.
After retrieving his car, Shi Che drove past the hotel entrance and happened to see Ling Chuxia like this. His gaze was dark and undisturbed, but his hands unconsciously tightened on the steering wheel. Then, he forced himself to look away and pressed the accelerator, speeding past.
The Aston Martin was too eye-catching as it passed by her, and of course, Chuxia saw it too. With a quick glance, she only saw Shi Che's usual expressionless face, not even flicking his eyes in her direction.
