Drenched in sticky sweat, all from the heat, the car cabin was sealed, with the warm air blasting, so hot it made it hard for one to breathe, nearly suffocating.
"Xiaozhu—" Qi Zeyan thought it was Assistant Xiaozhu driving, his throat burning like fire, "Water..."
Ruan Mengxi observed the car ahead, passing over a bottle of mineral water. Qi Zeyan caught a glimpse of those pale, slender hands, hesitated for a moment, then looked along the hand, "Oh, it's you, where are we going now?"
He took the mineral water, unscrewed it, and drank more than half the bottle.
"Taking you home."
"I'm not going home!"
"Then where do you want to go first?"
"Anywhere."
...
Ruan Mengxi frowned, anywhere? "Shall we go to a hotel, get you a room?"
"Not to the hotel..."
"Then to Fourth Master's clubhouse? There should be a place to sleep there."
"Are you so afraid the reporters won't catch any scandal between him and me?"
"Then where do you want to go?"
"Anywhere is fine."
