"Brother Yan, have you been waiting for a long time?"
An Xiaowan, holding Bai Yan's arm, looked at the man she deeply loved with a bit of heartache—his chiseled face and profound eyes always managed to enthrall her.
"It's alright, not too long."
Bai Yan took the handbags from An Xiaowan and Chen Jing with a beaming smile. Chen Jing, this girl, was smiling subtly. Lately, she always seemed invisible, behaving very meekly and obediently in front of Bai Yan and the An sisters, never vying for attention.
Only Bai Yan knew deep down that this girl's tenderness and love for him was in no way lesser than An Xiaowan's.
Every time he caught Chen Jing's gaze, Bai Yan could feel the burning love through those beautiful eyes, like molten lava, almost overwhelming and melting him.
Under the envious eyes of a group of boys, Bai Yan took the two girls back to his Lamborghini.
One car, two seats, as per the usual rule, An Xiaowan giggled and nestled in Bai Yan's embrace, not wanting to leave.
