Gu Xiaowu looked at the two entangled figures in the rearview mirror and thought to himself, Fourth Young Master, I'm driving slower for your sake, you know. His master clearly had his desires stirred but remained extremely restrained, his eyes filled with self-control and endurance.
Qiao Xia was kissing him all over, turning the man's ears and neck a deep red. The interior light was dim, the space cramped, and Qiao Xia sitting on his lap, rubbing against him the whole trip. If he could truly hold back, he would indeed be as chaste as Liu Xia Hui.
"Fourth Young Master, let's head to your nearest apartment," Gu Xiaowu said, feeling he was a most diligent bodyguard, always considering Fourth Young Master's well-being, working oh-so-hard for his boss's sake.
But Fourth Young Master was unappreciative.
"To the hospital!" the man said, clearly too repressed, even his usually indifferent face showing signs of agitation: "Don't make me repeat myself a third time."
