It was a quiet drive home for Wang Lai and Li Hao—except for the times Li Hao forgot to breathe, every time Wang Lai's gaze drifted toward him instead of the road.
"Do you stare at every single person you drive?" Li Hao asked finally, half-annoyed, half-flustered.
"You're the first person to ever ride in my car," Wang Lai said with a smirk, eyes still on him. "And the first person I've personally driven... except Zixuan."
A flicker of realization—and relief—passed over Li Hao's face. Wang Lai noticed, but before he could ask, Li Hao had already hidden it behind a blank stare.
"We're here," Wang Lai announced, pulling up in front of Li Hao's apartment.
Li Hao turned to him as if expecting something—some gesture, maybe—but Wang Lai only stared back, waiting. Li Hao's brows furrowed. Do you not know what you're supposed to do? his expression screamed silently.
When nothing happened, he scoffed, opened the door himself, and stepped out.
