Get Lost

After a mad run, Ye Erruo and Mo Jiangye reached the garage, found their car, and wormed their way in.

Mo Jiangye curled his lips into a smile as he cast a sidelong glance at the girl by the window, who was looking out at the situation. He was unexpectedly in a happy mood.

"Let's go quickly!"

Seeing the sweat on her forehead, he held the steering wheel with one hand as he pulled out a tissue with the other. "Come here."

Only when the car started and began to move did Ye Erruo let out a sigh of relief. As she turned her head around, the tissue in his hand wiped her face.

"Does your hand still hurt?" He took her soft hand and looked at her arm.

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

On the contrary, the kick he had delivered to that woman had probably not been soft.

He glanced at her hand and saw that the back was still a little red.