"Mr. Fu... I... I can walk by myself."
Fu Nancheng didn't pay her any attention, lightly pursed his thin lips, and placed her on the rear seat.
He got on the car right after, and the driver quickly started the car, speeding away in an instant.
He adjusted the air conditioning to a higher temperature, then lowered the partition inside the car and turned to look at the woman beside him.
Qiao Mo was wrapped in a blanket with her head down, shivering alternately between cold and warmth, feeling altogether uncomfortable, her eyelids perpetually drooping, overwhelmed by sleepiness.
He reached out and pulled her into his arms, speaking softly, "Don't sleep, we'll be home soon."
Qiao Mo looked up at him. Perhaps she was too tired, for she leaned into his embrace without saying a word.
The water stains were still dripping down from her body, not much, but her clothes were all wet after all.
Looking at the watermarks on the seat, Qiao Mo spoke softly, "I got the seat wet..."
