After speaking, he reached out for the seat belt at the passenger door, slowly pulling it out.
"..." Mu Wanqing then realized that she had misunderstood him, her face turning beet red with increased discomfort.
With a click, the seatbelt was fastened, and she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
She thought the man would leave the next second, but he maintained that close distance, staring intently at her.
"..." Mu Wanqing didn't dare to move, her nerves which had just begun to relax were now even more tense.
Having been married for two years, and with a child born, Wen Zhan rarely had looked at his wife with such serious attention.
Lately, their relationship had changed, and he found himself inexplicably staring at her, and over time her image had etched itself in his heart.
Previously, even if he traveled on business for half a month, her face wouldn't appear in his mind as if she didn't exist at all.