"Casual!" Ran Yu finished speaking, slumped her body, and closed her eyes, "Babbling on and on, just like my dad, so annoying."
Lu Ziheng: "..."
Frowning, he glanced at the rearview mirror, the young girl had shrunk herself into the corner by the window, her face turned towards the window, her eyes tightly shut, in a manner that refused to deal with him anymore.
He took a deep breath, struggling to restrain his emotions.
Their relationship was fraught enough as it was, and it was late, so he decided to let it go, they would talk after getting home.
**
By the time they returned to Yiyuan, it was past one in the morning.
Lu Ziheng got out of the car and went to open the rear door.
Ran Yu was sleeping quietly in the seat; under the dim light, her eyes were closed, her long and curling eyelashes cast fan-shaped shadows on her face, and her lips, pert and pink, looked as though they had been glossed.
