There seems to be some traffic ahead. Yan Chi maintained a safe distance from the car in front, slowly stopped the car, and handed her two tissues.
"Huh?" Jiang Ruan was momentarily stunned, not knowing what he wanted to do.
"Your hands are all wet."
"Thank you." Jiang Ruan snapped back to reality, took the tissues and casually wiped her hands. Drinking iced drinks in summer often leads to such situations, except his clothes got wet, and the damp spot grew darker, making it particularly noticeable. "Senior, I'm sorry, about your clothes..."
"It's just water, it'll dry."
"Hmm." Jiang Ruan nodded.
"Next time, I won't buy you iced drinks."
Next, next time?
They'll have a next time?
Jiang Ruan's breathing hitched a little, feeling the soda... inexplicably a bit... hard to handle.
Even though her palms were ice-cold and red, she surprisingly felt a bit hot.
