Lin Yiran shook off Li Hanxuan's hand, glanced at Bai Jingrou next to her, and got into the car again impatiently.
She pursed her lips and lightly reminded Uncle Jin who was standing aside: "You can go."
Uncle Jin stood aside awkwardly. He didn't dare to move even if the young master refused to leave.
Li Hanxuan's voice was low. He leaned down and put his hands around Lin Yiran's waist, and carried Lin Yiran back to his car.
The movements are completed in one go.
Lin Yiran pursed her lips, and before she could get out of the car, Li Hanxuan slowly approached Lin Yiran.
She closed her eyes tightly and pinched the hem of her skirt with her left hand in panic.
Lin Yiran took a deep breath, and the faint fragrance of Li Hanxuan instantly penetrated her heart.
Not daring to open her eyes, she could only close them tightly. She could even feel Li Hanxuan's breathing hitting her ears evenly.
besides......
There was also the illusion of Li Hanxuan's lips gently falling on her cheek.
Lin Yiran pursed her thin lips tightly, comforting herself in her heart that this must be an illusion.
She slowly opened her eyes, looked at the seat belt in front of her, and breathed a sigh of relief: "Uncle Jin just takes me back."
Li Hanxuan's face was full of indifference, and his voice was a little lower: "Uncle Jin still wants to see grandpa and Jingrou off, and he doesn't have time to see you off."
His tone was still full of sarcasm.
Lin Yiran could only pull her lips awkwardly.
It's her own passion.
Seeing the passenger door being slammed shut by Li Hanxuan, Lin Yiran slowly lowered her head.
Bai Jingrou walked up to Li Hanxuan with a surprised look on her face, stretched out her hand and held Li Hanxuan's wrist.
She glanced at the teahouse and reminded softly: "Grandpa is watching, you can't take her alone."
Li Hanxuan took away Bai Jingrou's hand slightly, turned around and looked at Uncle Jin.
There was no emotion on his face: "Uncle Jin, grandpa, they will trouble you to send it back."
"Yes, Master."
Li Hanxuan stopped and turned his head to glance at the second floor of the teahouse.
The old man of the Li family was standing by the window watching his every move.
He looked indifferent and turned around to get into the car despite Bai Jingrou's dissuasion.
Lin Yiran glanced at her burned arm through the light of the street lamp, and she frowned slightly.
I was injured at this critical moment. Is it possible that I have to practice drawing with my left hand tomorrow?
The vehicle started slowly, and Lin Yiran could only look out the window in embarrassment.
Although in this suburb, there were no street lights or light, so she couldn't see anything.
But if she didn't look out the window at this time, she couldn't remain as infatuated as before, staring at Li Hanxuan.
Lin Yiran glanced at Li Hanxuan from the corner of her eye. His well-jointed hands were placed lazily and casually on the steering wheel. His cold temperament was still as captivating as before.
The atmosphere in the car was awkward. The two of them lived in their own world and never had a single conversation.
It wasn't until she drove out of the suburbs and saw the light that Lin Yiran slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
On that road just now, she was really afraid that her words, actions, or even expressions would anger Li Hanxuan.
Based on her understanding of Li Hanxuan, this man would really leave her alone on the road.
Lin Yiran forced a smile: "Just stop here, don't bother taking me home."
She finished speaking and did not hear Li Hanxuan's reply.
Lin Yiran turned her head and glanced at the man next to her. The delicate side profile showed no emotion on his face.
She now regrets very much why she said so much.
Lin Yiran had long been accustomed to such silence.

Chapter completed!