Nan Sichen pulled back his hand and began driving seriously, while Qin Yin lowered her head to fetch a CD from the box in front of him.
As she moved, her head was close to Nan Sichen's arm, her hair lightly brushing against it, causing a faint tickle and slight itch.
Nan Sichen felt a sudden flutter in his heart.
Despite being in his mid-thirties, he felt like a young man experiencing his first love.
He had an urge to reach out and tousle her hair.
But in the end, he resisted and continued driving.
Qin Yin rummaged through the box for a long time but didn't find a CD.
"Watch your hand," Nan Sichen reminded her as he noticed her big movements.
While searching, Qin Yin replied, "I'm not that delicate."
After speaking, she continued her broad movements, not caring about the injury on her hand, rummaging through the box and asking, "What song do you want to listen to?"
"Whatever."
Qin Yin looked up, "There's no song called 'whatever.'"
"Your choice."
