Momo's gaze met Ye Zhan's, then immediately shifted away.
After speaking, she bent down to pick up the suitcase that Mo Ziye had placed on the ground.
A flicker of contemplation passed through Mo Ziye's eyes; he didn't stop Momo from taking the luggage, only raised his eyes to look at Ye Zhan.
From a few steps away, Ye Zhan's eyes fell slightly.
His gaze landed on Momo's fingers gripping the suitcase handle; her fingers were slender and white, with clean and beautiful nails.
As she walked past him, the unique and fresh scent of a woman wafted into his nostrils. Before his brain could issue a command, his hand had already reached out.
"I'll take you to the airport."
His voice was deep and rich, very pleasant to hear.
His well-defined hand covered hers on the suitcase handle. Due to his height, he bent slightly, and his warm, masculine scent wrapped around her eardrums.
Causing Momo's heart to skip a beat suddenly.
