Wen Yangzhi watched as his car was used to extinguish a cigarette, leaving behind a dense gray mark, unsure whether the paint underneath had been burned.
But all he wanted was to talk to her, "You're back."
Yun Yuwan lifted her curled long lashes to look at him, a light sneer in her eyes.
Wen Yangzhi was somewhat at a loss in front of her; although what showed was just his neck tensing slightly, his deep and low magnetic voice softened and quickened a bit, with a tinge of seeking approval:
"Why didn't you say something about coming back early? I would have picked you up."
Leaning against the car door, she was languid, with the heel of one shoe resting on his car door, and the hem of her dress sliding down against her pale and delicate leg, the wave-like fringe of the skirt as if cradling her:
"There were too many people to pick me up, no need for the grand presence of Director Wen."
