"Can you hurry up? Stop dilly-dallying." Song Chuyi couldn't stand her sweet and naive gaze.
Changqing still felt bad about it, but thinking that she would have a photo taken of her drunk-driving, the consequences were obvious. Especially for someone like her who was on the rise, she couldn't afford any scandals.
In the midst of letting her imagination run wild, her petite body had already been carried over to the passenger's seat by Song Chuyi. Changqing felt anxious. "Are you really okay? You were so drunk just now—can you still control the steering wheel?"
"I'm better now." Song Chuyi stepped gently on the accelerator and the car glided forward.
Changqing bit her fist, buttering up to him weakly, her face just like a little fan-girl. "Song Chuchu, I suddenly find you very handsome."
