Sheng Jiayu stopped speaking. In fact, she didn't really like talking to Mu Ke because this man seemed to have some kind of magic, as if he could know what she was thinking at any moment.
The night grew deeper, and at first, Sheng Jiayu sat steadily in the back seat, her eyes quietly gazing out the window. Gradually, her eyelids began to droop. She had spent the whole day busy with Tang Yanqi, and saying she wasn't tired would be a lie. Unknowingly, she closed her eyes, her head tilting, resting against the car window.
Mu Ke glanced at the woman in the back seat through the rearview mirror, gradually slowed the car, and then stopped.
This was a country road, and it was nighttime; there were no cars at all, so even if he boldly stopped in the middle of the road, there wouldn't be any problem.
