After what just happened, Hao Jian dared not provoke Weiwei anymore. Seeing her gaze, he was already on the verge of danger earlier. If it wasn't for the sudden occurrence that made her shy, he guessed he might not have his 'thing' intact now.
Thinking about it, he felt inexplicably awed, his scalp tingling. Hao Jian didn't even dare glance at Weiwei, only focusing intently on driving, following the route swiftly. The car quickly sped up on the road and gradually approached Weiwei's home.
By this time, after some mental adjustment, Weiwei's face was no longer as rosy as before, just a faint blush remained. She had an anti-intoxication patch that Hao Jian bought for her on her forehead. She closed her eyes, trying to quickly forget what had just occurred.
