Her cheeks were flaming red, burning hot.
Her pride wanted to resist, but her legs wouldn't respond and went weak. She looked at the man beside her and cursed, "You're really scummy."
Scumbag.
Lan Mu roughly shoved Yan Zao into the passenger seat. Yan Zao remembered the thermos Xu Ningyue had given her for Xiaojing, "My aunt made food for Xiaojing, I need to go back home."
"It's nine o'clock when evening self-study ends; now's the perfect time to head to the school."
Lan Mu had already gone around to the other side of the car, glanced at the time on the multimedia screen, then casually started the car.
He didn't give Yan Zao even a moment to rebel or refuse.
The old campus was winding, and the streetlights were not that bright. Yan Zao watched the man driving, his focus on the road, his handsome hands steering the wheel as if effortlessly.
It seemed so natural, like playing in a simulator in the arcade.
