He drove the car directly back to Mengyuan. Along the way, Meng Beichen's face was also pale, and his hands holding the steering wheel gradually became livid.
The moment she didn't answer the phone, he couldn't wait any longer, and he didn't have time to ask the driver to take him to school. He drove the car himself, driving all the way, just because he was afraid that she would lose his mind.
His arm had just recovered, and now his muscles were sore from exerting such force. He lowered his hand as much as possible and drove the car with only one hand.
Han Yixing's eyes were dull, blindly looking at the fast road scene in front of him, and finally couldn't help turning his head to look at him, with a trace of unfamiliar illusion in his confusion.
You didn’t even ask her? Do you want to question her again when you get home? [
Meng Beichen, Meng Beichen, I find that this world is really too far away from me, and I can't find any sense of security.
When he arrived at Mengyuan, his hands were almost sore. He turned around, saw her stunned expression, and said softly: "Xing'er, my arm hurts."
Han Yixing seemed to be awakened by thunder, and his eyes regained a little brightness.
"You drive, who asked you to drive? Your arms are obviously good!" She quickly reached out and pressed lightly on his arm. Doctor Zhang said that this kind of massage is helpful for muscle recovery.
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Meng Beichen grinned silently. This little guy who didn't realize it was indeed too tired. He simply leaned on the back of the chair, closed his eyes lightly and let her hold him.
Neither of them got out of the car, but it was rare for them to be quiet.
He closed his eyes before Han Yixing dared to look at him. Meng Beichen's eyelashes were very thick. When he closed his eyes, they swept down like a row of small fans, casting two shadows.
The sunlight streaming in outside the car window was dancing with little bits of light, like little elves dancing.
Han Yixing felt that he had never looked at him so carefully before. His skin was bronze and a bit white, but there was not even a trace of pores to be found.
His nose is straight and his lips are slightly pursed and feel very thin.
She looked at him and couldn't help but move to the front of him, looking at him with fascination. She felt that he was so perfect, ten years older than her, but there was nothing old-fashioned about him.
It has a mature flavor, but sometimes it's a bit rogue.
It was at this moment that he opened his eyes, and before she had time to retract her gaze or dodge, his other hand went around her neck, pressing her down and kissing him.