The driver glanced in the rearview mirror and then looked away. Since when did the Young Master become so considerate...
The car's heater was on, and the temperature was just right, yet Tong Ran seemed uncomfortable. Her body noticeably stiffened when she was placed on the seat, and she reached out to grasp the car door beside her.
"What's wrong?" Mo Nanjue turned his head to ask her.
"Nothing," Tong Ran shook her head, inexplicably feeling uneasy, "just feeling a bit stuffy."
"If you're feeling stuffy, lean on me." The man reached out to open the window slightly, understanding that perhaps she wasn't used to the closed environment. He gently wrapped his arm around her shoulders, trying to draw her closer to him, "Take a nap."
"No, I've slept so much I feel like throwing up."
Tong Ran turned her gaze outside the window, pushing his hand away, turning her head to the side.
