With their fingers interlocked, a faint temperature was transmitted from their palms.
"Alright, let's go back. I see that the fun is still going on, and we're almost done."
Leng Xinran's low voice was heard.
"Alright, let's go back."
Lan Xiu agreed immediately.
Thus, the two of them left quietly together.
On the way back, the driver was Leng Xinran—
She did not drink much just now, but Lan Xiu drank quite a lot, so she had to be the driver.
Lan Xiu sat in the passenger seat at the side, looking very quiet. The air conditioner was not turned on in the car, but the windows were slightly open. The night breeze was very cool, and the music player in the car was also open.
Seeing that he was resting with his eyes closed, Leng Xinran quietly turned down the music and slightly raised the window.
"Is it very cold?"
