The corners of his lips slightly lifted, sketching a perfect subtle arc, mysterious and unfathomable, as his body gently leaned forward, moving closer to her.
"Do I need to put in effort to make you fall in love with me?"
She was slightly stunned, her gaze blankly fixed on him.
What did he mean? Did he think she would fall in love with him without him having to make any effort?
And in fact, that did seem to be the case.
From very early on, her heart had been devoted to him, truly requiring no effort from him.
"You're too full of yourself; I haven't fallen in love with you!"
"Haven't you?"
His deep gaze, neither pressuring nor forceful, left her with nowhere to retreat, nowhere to hide.
"I..." Under his intense stare, she felt guilty, yet the seatbelt was fastened, the car door locked; she couldn't retreat, nor could she avoid his scorching, probing gaze!
