After Song Fengwan fell asleep, Fu Chen signaled the driver to slow down, but she didn't sleep well.
She dreamed about the night she got drunk again, but this time, when she threatened to woo Fu Chen, he heard it. She was so frightened that the back of her neck turned cold.
"Miss Song, Miss Song?" She felt that someone was calling her.
Song Fengwan suddenly woke up from her dream and saw Fu Chen's flirtatious and abstinent face. She was so frightened that her face turned pale.
"Third… Third Master." She was tongue-tied.
"We're here." Fu Chen's tone was calm.
"Okay." Song Fengwan recalled the dream and was so frightened that her face turned pale.
Fu Chen's gaze moved down. "Can you… let go of my clothes?"
Song Fengwan looked down and saw Fu Chen's sleeve tightly gripped in her hand.
Because she had pulled too hard, his collar was about to be torn open.
"I'm sorry." She let go at once, her blush deepening.
