After all the chaos, Zhao Yiming finally decided to head home. In the passenger seat beside him, Luo Yanyu sat quietly, her ruby-red eyes fixed on the window, deep in thought.
She looked exhausted. Even her usual confident aura was wrapped in stillness.
"Yanyu… I'm sorry for troubling you today," Zhao Yiming said, breaking the silence with a soft voice.
"Hm? It's not trouble at all," she replied, glancing at him with a small smile. Her cheeks turned faintly pink. "I'm glad you came to me for help... At least I got to be useful to you."
Zhao Yiming chuckled. "Even if you weren't useful, I'd still like you."
Her face instantly flushed a deeper red. She widened her eyes, then quickly turned away. "Hmph! You playboy. I wonder how many girls you've said something like that to!"
"Not many," he smirked. "Just you."
She leaned further into the seat, wishing it would swallow her whole. That line was so cringe—but it absolutely made her heart flutter.
