After they moved far away from the troubled area, the SUV slowly reduced its speed.
Shen Mo halted the vehicle.
"Why did you stop?" Bai Youwei asked.
A bottle of mineral water was handed to her.
She was momentarily stunned before reaching out to take it.
"After a few rounds in the game, dehydration has kicked in." Shen Mo popped open another bottle and began to drink, his jawline and Adam's apple forming a masculine curve as he let his head tilt back.
Bai Youwei watched him for a while, then she too lifted her chin to drink, taking small sips reminding one of a lamb drinking from a brook.
Once relaxed, the body's various sensory requirements returned. Not only still thirsty, but she also felt tired, her muscles meticulously limp.
