But why?
Zhai Muchen did not speak. He just stared at Han Ruochen. Han Ruochen was initially able to look straight into Zhai Muchen's eyes, but as she felt Zhai Muchen's anger rising, she could not sit still anymore. She sat up straight. "Brother Zhai…we…are we not going back?"
Zhai Muchen pursed his lips. With his right hand, he pressed somewhere near his seatbelt. A second later, with a click, the seatbelt loosened.
Han Ruochen shrank her neck. What was Zhai Muchen trying to do?
When Han Ruochen could not endure the nervousness any further and was about to ask what was going on, Zhai Muchen reached out with his hand and placed it on Han Ruochen's head. The hair under his palm was so soft and silky, giving a wonderful feeling upon touch. Zhai Muchen acted according to his wish and wanted to subdue Han Ruochen, so he rubbed Han Ruochen's head a few times, causing Han Ruochen to sway and lose focus.
