"I just feel a bit hot." Just as her eyes met his Peach Blossom Eyes, which held a hint of playfulness, Scarlett Yates's heart started beating faster, and her face reddened as the heat emerged from her skin.
"Oh?" He curled his lips, his smile devilishly charming.
Her excuses were always as lame as ever.
Her eyes darted everywhere but him, "Really, it's too hot."
"You're sweating on your forehead; you must be really hot." A light laugh escaped, and Matthew Saxon mercifully released her, then rolled down the car window.
Scarlett immediately pretended to be overheated, turning her face toward the window.
The hottest part of the day had passed; by evening, the gentle warm breeze brushed comfortably against her face.
Soft, soothing music played in the car, and the slow, beautiful melody made the listener somewhat drowsy.
Then, before reaching the hotpot restaurant, Scarlett actually fell asleep.
