Mo Shichen, "..."
His fingers tightly gripped the steering wheel, and it took him a while to come to terms with the fact before he freed one hand to touch her face, intending to wipe away her tears. His voice also dropped a few notches, "Stop crying. It's dangerous to make a scene while I'm driving; we could have an accident..."
"Get away from me!"
She hadn't finished speaking when she forcefully brushed away his hand.
Mo Shichen, "..."
He thought for a minute and then gave up on trying to pacify her. Driving required his full attention, especially when dealing with a cat high on booze.
When the car stopped in front of the apartment building, she made a fuss about getting out. Mo Shichen was really not in the mood to talk to her pleasantly. His face turned stern, and he was downright fierce.
