C157 A Figure Waiting Downstairs

Fu Zihao turned his head and grabbed the door with his left arm. His fingers were on his chin. His eyes were serious and deep. In the dim light of the underground parking lot, the outline of his face had never been clear.

Neither of them made a sound. There was only shallow breathing. Tang Xiaoyan swallowed her saliva. She was suddenly afraid that he would look directly into her soul