She sat still with a pout on her lips and turned to him. Her eyes were slightly glazed over as her eyes roamed over his features. She even protested when he asked her to scoot over and make space for him.
"Get out," she demanded.
"This is my car," he informed her before pushing her away and sliding in. The designated driver watched in amusement as Mo Qingchen leaned over her body and strapped her into place. He even rolled down the windows so that she could get some fresh air.
"If I weren't feeling merciful, I would chuck you out of my car," he warned. She snorted in response.
"Pretending to be a good man, are you?" she slurred.
"Yes. But why are you pretending to be a duck?" he asked and flicked her pouty lips. Her eyes widened comically, stunned by the action. The humiliation she would feel when she woke up the next morning was yet to set in.
