Yan Luoxi's mind was filled with news of a car owner who had suffocated to death after spending the night in their vehicle. She hurriedly reached out to pull the car door and was surprised to find that it opened easily.
Inside the car, the driver's seat was slightly reclined, and Li Yeqi was lying on his side with his eyes tightly shut, his lips somewhat purplish.
Seeing this scene, Yan Luoxi's heart thudded wildly, and she quickly reached out to shake him, "Li Yeqi, wake up, Li Yeqi, wake up quickly, don't scare me."
He was so smart; he couldn't possibly do something as foolish as suffocating to death in a car. He must have fallen asleep. She shouldn't scare herself, but he was showing no reaction at all.
His body was ice-cold. Why would that be?
She slapped his face with her hand, "Li Yeqi, you're not allowed to sleep, wake up now."
In her panic, she didn't realize how strong she was, slapping his handsome face until it turned red.
