Xu Kun said nothing.
The car journey that typically takes over an hour had been squeezed into just over half an hour. And now, he was driving along the streets looking for her—it was fast enough, wasn't it?
"I'll take you home."
Upon hearing this, Xia Yuan was displeased, seemingly feeling warm. She snuggled toward him, "Look at me, I'm already like this. Why do you have to take me home?"
"Then give me your identification card, I'll take you to a hotel."
Xia Yuan looked up and glared at him, "Hey, do you have to be like that? I'm already so pathetic, can't you just take me back to your home like last time?"
Xu Kun: "..."
Once was enough to regret, does she want a second time?
As soon as he spoke, he couldn't help but shiver again; feeling somewhat guilty, he stopped arguing with her. He handed her an umbrella, took off his jacket and draped it over her, then walked toward the nearby parked car.
