Bo Jinghang glanced at her for a moment, somewhat helplessly saying, "Miss Chu, do you need my help?"
Chu Qianqian didn't answer immediately.
Her long eyelashes trembled, and she looked up at him with a bit of grievance. Her eyes were glistening with a slightly tipsy look from the alcohol, the vivid blush captivating the heart.
At this moment, the rainy night was silent, and the atmosphere was just right.
The light inside the car fluctuated between darkness and light, and the solitary man and woman alone together naturally bred ambiguity.
"Mr. Bo..." Chu Qianqian's delicate white fingers tugged at the seatbelt, looking at him with drunken eyes, smiling seductively and enticingly, "Can I call you Jingxing?"
Bo Jinghang smiled faintly.
His expression was somewhat indifferent, not like someone planning to indulge in a one-night stand, his voice warm as he said, "Sure."
