It was Ruan Qiu who drove home, while Yao Qing rested her eyes in the back for a moment.
She had a few sips of red wine during dinner and unexpectedly felt a little tipsy.
Shapes danced before her eyes as she curled up in the back seat, her thick, soft hair draping over her face.
Just as bizarre and patchy images filled her mind, countless faces appeared—smiling, crying, doting... and eventually, they all morphed into one person's face.
She frowned slightly in displeasure and irritably slapped her own head.
Just as she lowered her arm, the car stopped.
Clutching her stomach, Ruan Qiu hurried out of the car and tapped Yao Qing's window, "Qingqing, I really need to pee, so I'm going ahead. If you're feeling unwell, lie down for a bit, and I'll come back to help you up after I've dealt with this urgent matter!"
Yao Qing frowned but said nothing.
She rubbed her temples and lay there for about four or five minutes before slowly opening the door and getting out.
