On the way home, Wen Ran was a bit drowsy as she leaned in the reclined seat, her eyes gently closed.
In the driver's seat, Mo Xiuchen's hands, with their distinct knuckles, firmly grasped the steering wheel, his long and deep eyes staring straight ahead. Occasionally, he would glance at Wen Ran, who was resting with her eyes closed in the passenger seat.
Inside the comfortably warm car, a cheerful children's song was playing, which lifted one's spirits just by listening to it.
Upon arriving home and parking the car, Mo Xiuchen realized that Wen Ran had actually fallen asleep.
Looking at her gentle brows and eyes, a layer of tenderness and pity couldn't help but surface in his eyes. He unbuckled his seatbelt, braced himself on the seat, and bent over to indulge in a kiss, landing on her delicate lips.
"Mo Xiuchen, are we home?"
Wen Ran was awakened by his kiss.
Her eyes, still clouded with drowsiness as they opened, created a tightening sensation in Mo Xiuchen's throat.
