Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

Upon hearing Luo Que's voice, Shen Mingchao's gaze instinctively fell on his face.

The white hair made the young man's clear and aloof features appear even more distant, like a thin layer of snow covering them, subtly softening his sinister nature.

Surprisingly, this hair color suits him well.

Shen Mingchao gently shook his head: "No."

After saying that, she stopped paying attention to Luo Que, bowed, and got into the back seat. "Let's go, it's getting late."

"Um."

As the oppressive gaze shifted away, Luo Que breathed a sigh of relief, but a sense of loss inevitably rose in her heart.

Before he could process his emotions, he hurriedly opened the car door and got into the driver's seat after Shen Mingchao urged him to.

The car started quickly.

After getting into the car, Shen Mingchao rested his head against the window, watching the scenery rushing past outside, and put on his headphones to listen to music.

This is one of her favorite ways to relax.

After spacing out for a while, Shen Mingchao couldn't resist his curiosity, so he took off his headphones and spoke.

"Why did you suddenly dye your hair white?"

The tone of the sentence was very calm, as if asking how the weather was today.

But it really startled Luo Que.

He noticed that Shen Mingchao put on headphones as soon as he got in the car, looking like he didn't want to be approached. He thought they wouldn't have much interaction on the way.

Unexpectedly, Shen Mingchao was the first to break the silence.

This is a difficult question to answer. There are two main reasons for dyeing my hair white. One is somewhat acceptable to say, but the other is a bit embarrassing to admit.

Luo Que frowned slightly, repeatedly considering his words in his mind, but he couldn't find a suitable one for a long time.

His momentary silence led Shen Mingchao to misunderstand.

Is it inconvenient to talk about? Then never mind.

Shen Mingchao's tone remained flat; she had only acted on a whim and didn't necessarily need an answer.

She raised her hand, about to put the earphones back on, when Luo Que's urgent voice came first.

"Because—"

Luo Que tightened his grip on the steering wheel, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and finally managed to squeeze out the words: "I think you like it."

"I?"

Shen Mingchao paused in his grip on the headphones.

"Yes." Luo Que's voice was slightly lower, with a hint of tension that was barely perceptible. "When we were in Yuchun, I accidentally discovered that you were watching an anime, and you seemed to really like that white-haired character."

He doesn't watch anime much, but that doesn't stop him from being observant.

He clearly remembered that Shen Mingchao's eyes lit up when he saw that character.

However, it doesn't stop there.

Another reason is that it should remain buried in his heart forever. He couldn't possibly say outright that it was because he saw himself with white hair in those images.

If Shen Mingchao found out, he definitely wouldn't ride in his car anymore, and might even beat him up.

He could see clearly the miserable state of some people.

Shen Mingchao blinked upon hearing this.

This answer was somewhat unexpected for her.

She thought for a moment, then asked uncertainly, "You mean Sesshomaru?"

Luo Que cleared his mind of the jumbled thoughts and nodded calmly, "It seems to be that name."

Shen Mingchao pursed his lips.

She does like Sesshomaru very much, but the white hair is just a bonus; the main thing is the character's personal charm.

This is a big misunderstanding.

Considering the high cost of dyeing his hair white, Shen Mingchao ultimately didn't tell the truth.

Instead, he gave a sarcastic look and changed the subject.

"Seriously, it's so hot outside, aren't you hot wearing so many layers?"

What initially caught her eye, besides his striking white hair, was his outfit, which was completely out of place with the temperature.

They were wrapped up from head to toe, with almost no skin exposed except for their faces.

She understood perfectly well the intention behind Luo Que's attire, which was why she was willing to chat with him calmly.

Asking this question now is more of a joke.

The topic changed so quickly that Luo Que didn't react in time. He immediately coughed lightly, and his cheeks seemed to burn again.

His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and he unconsciously swallowed.

Is it hot?

Of course it's hot.

That intense heat came not only from the heavy clothes on my body, but also from the fire in my heart that I couldn't suppress or extinguish.

My mind, which had just managed to clear up, was instantly overwhelmed by those extremely shameful images.

But he was driving, so he had to concentrate.

Luo Que suppressed his chaotic thoughts and focused all his attention on the road in front of him.

Shen Mingchao didn't necessarily need to get a clear answer, and seeing that Luo Que remained silent, she didn't ask any more questions.

The car fell completely silent in the second half of the race.

Just as Shen Mingchao reached for the door handle after the car stopped in front of a magnificent building, the door was opened from the outside.

She looked at Luo Que and thought: This person is really fast.

Shen Mingchao lifted her skirt and went up the steps. As she brushed past Luo Que, the latter's voice reached her ears. It wasn't loud, but it was very clear.

He said, "I took the medicine."

Medicine? What medicine?

This was Shen Mingchao's first reaction. The next second, a small white pill that had left a deep impression on her came to mind.

"you--"

Once the word was uttered, there was nothing more to say.

What did she say? That she only encountered lunatics?

Shen Mingchao quickened his pace, as if avoiding a flood or a ferocious beast, leaving Luo Que far behind without looking back.

Luo Que stood still in place.

His gaze followed that figure intently.

This was the figure that haunted his dreams even in the dead of night. Though they had never actually met, the dream was so vivid.

He has never liked interacting with people, and he is almost completely clueless about romantic relationships.

Therefore, when a drop of ink falls onto white paper, the resulting reaction is unfamiliar and intense.

How could he not be moved, how could he easily let go?

A fog rolled down Luo Que's vision, and the figure became clear and blurry at times, changing in sync with his heartbeat.

No, he can't let go.

Shen Mingchao walked forward on his own, completely ignoring Luo Que behind him, and unaware of what the person behind him was thinking.

Or rather, she didn't want to cause trouble for herself.

When she arrived at the theater entrance, a long-haired woman in a pink cheongsam was standing by the door.

Shen Mingchao knew this person.

She had seen him at the New Moon Hotel before; he was probably one of Yin Nanfeng's subordinates, and his name was Sheng Shengman.

"Miss Shen, please come in—"

After saying this slowly, he led the way.

Shen Mingchao had been walking for a short while when he heard footsteps behind him, presumably Luo Que had caught up.

She didn't care.

She's more concerned about something else now.

This theater may not be very famous nationwide, but it is far from being so deserted.

As Shen Mingchao walked along, he felt that it was too quiet.

It was so quiet it was as if no one was there.

After leading her to the place, Sheng Sheng Man quietly left.

Luo Que stopped walking, neither leaving nor speaking, and once again became that taciturn background figure.

Shen Mingchao looked around and saw the only figure in the center of the field, knowing that she was right.

There were indeed no other guests.

Since you've already agreed to keep the appointment, there's no reason to back down or run away.

Shen Mingchao walked over slowly and sat down next to the person. He turned his head slightly to meet the person's gaze and teased with a smile, "President Zhang is really in high spirits. He even booked a whole theater just to watch a show."