"Xiyuan, sit properly."
Fu Yanshen frowned, his voice a reminder.
Meeting Gu Xiyang's puzzled gaze, "We're about to drive."
"Oh."
Gu Xiyang had drunk a bit too much, her reactions somewhat sluggish.
She obediently sat up straight, no longer leaning towards him, her back softly resting against the chair.
Her seat just happened to block the armrest, preventing it from being put down. She had slightly crossed the boundary, but it wasn't very obvious; there was still about a fist's distance between their legs.
It was just like the atmosphere between them now.
More than friends, yet not quite lovers.
Fu Yanshen glanced over, his body leaning toward the car door, widening the gap Gu Xiyang had just closed, then looked up at the waiting Lu An and instructed, "Baiyue Building."
"Yes, President Fu."
Lu An turned the steering wheel, merging onto the main road, smoothly driving through the night.
Once the car started, Gu Xiyang also quieted down.
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