Song Yuchen was suffering from jet lag, so Shi Yan offered to drive.
The two of them went home in silence, and the atmosphere in the car was quiet but calm.
Shi Yan drove the car very steadily. As soon as the car stopped, Shi Yan found that Song Yuchen had fallen asleep.
Shi Yan's gaze subconsciously lingered on his face. His long eyelashes drooped. Song Yuchen had good skin and his facial features were three-dimensional and cold.
When he was awake, his eyes were filled with deep indifference, while when he was asleep, Song Yuchen looked a little softer.
Shi Yan stared at him in a trance and couldn't help but move closer to help him brush the hair out of his eyes.
Just as his fingers were about to get closer, Song Yuchen suddenly reached out and grabbed Shi Yan's wrist. His strength was quite strong, and Shi Yan couldn't help but frown.
In just a few seconds, Shi Yan saw the murderous intent in Song Yuchen's eyes.
"I, I wanted to help you with your hair. I'm sorry if I offended you."
Shi Yan leaned half of her body on Song Yuchen, and the two bodies were almost touching.
Song Yuchen came to his senses and let go of Shi Yan, "I'm sorry."
As soon as he apologized, Shi Yan quickly waved her hand.
"No, you don't need to say sorry. I offended you."
Song Yuchen's eyes were deep and silent. He stared at Shi Yan and asked, "Did it hurt you?"
"No, it doesn't hurt."
Shi Yan put her hands behind her back and quickly opened the car door. "Get out of the car, we're home."
Song Yuchen stared at Shi Yan's fleeing back, and his eyes clearly caught a hint of red on her wrist.
Song Yuchen raised his hand and pressed his eyebrows, feeling a surge of irritation in his chest. Why is he so fragile, as if he is made of water?
The phone rang. It was Old Lady Song calling, "Little bastard, remember to pick me up next week!"
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