Mo Beichen gracefully sent Buhui back to the hotel. They didn't speak on the way, and Buhui turned her head to look out the window. Suddenly, a warm breath drew close, and when she turned back, her lips almost brushed against the man's thin lips.
Her heart skipped a beat, and she shrank back into the seat, warily looking at the man who had suddenly moved closer. "What... what are you doing?"
Mo Beichen glanced outside, but saw nothing. He cast her a look and said, "What's so interesting outside that you can't take your eyes off it?"
Buhui wanted to pat her chest in relief when she saw the man calmly retreat. The car drove forward steadily, and she gritted her teeth, saying, "Mr. Mo, you're driving right now, please be careful. I don't want to risk my life with you in control."
