The journey from the airport to the restaurant isn't too far nor too close.
Compared to the speed on the way here, the Land Rover is now moving very slowly on the road.
In the passenger seat, Momo's body is slightly turned, gazing at the man driving with a gentle look; his injured hand merely rests lightly on the steering wheel.
"Have I ever told you you're very handsome?"
Momo suddenly asked with a playful smile.
Ye Zhan turned to face her eyes, bright as stars, feeling a slight stir in his heart, and a smile spread from the depths of his eyes, "I can't focus on driving when you look at me like that."
"Then I'll look outside."
Momo said, ready to turn her little face to look out the window.
Ye Zhan's low laughter reached her ears, "Just keep looking at me, I like it when you look at me."
Hearing this, Momo's face instantly warmed.
