"Damn, you're cute." Seeing him like that, nostrils flared and cheeks blown up a bit, dimples visibly even with the tape, Xue Yang could only grin, thoroughly endeared. He closed the door and then walked over to the other side of the car, getting into the driver's seat while checking his messages. All right, clean-up would be handled.

He started the car after getting in and buckling his own seatbelt. This time, because Meng Yao would not be able to protest, he turned on music right away. Connecting his phone to the Bluetooth speaker, he played his current playlist. A bit of an eclectic mix of punk and romantic C-pop from various drama soundtracks. "You should relax. You're probably in shock."