On the way back, the car interior was very quiet.
He Chen was steering with one hand, while holding Yin Mo's hand with the other, unconsciously caressing her hand with his thumb, creating a strangely harmonious atmosphere.
At North City No.1, He Chen stopped the car, rested his arm on the car window, looked at Yin Mo, and brought her hand to his lips for a kiss, "Go to bed early when you get back. I'll pick you up tomorrow."
Yin Mo seemed preoccupied, blinked a few times, and said goodnight faintly.
She pretended to open the car door, but her wrist was grabbed forcefully by He Chen, causing her to stumble towards the driver's seat, "Hmm? What are you doing?"
Yin Mo steadied herself, looking at the man in confusion.
The lighting in the car was dim, with only the gentle illumination from the streetlights outside reflecting on their faces.
He Chen's gaze was deep, his handsome face more tense than ever before. He leaned closer to Yin Mo, repeating, "I'll pick you up tomorrow?"
