Wen Yi struggled a few more times to no avail. "Does it still hurt?"
The man's voice was muffled. "It hurts."
"..."
She softened her tone, "You've arrived home, get out of the car. Have Mother Su prepare a sobering soup for you, drink it and then go to bed."
He held her tightly, "I'm not going."
"..."
"Mo Shichen, stop fooling around."
The man remained indifferent; other than holding her tightly, he made no attempt to kiss her or take advantage of her. His burning breath sprayed on her neck, tickling her faintly, provoking her nerves into an uncontrollable shiver.
He seemed quite intent on falling asleep just like this, holding her in his arms.
Wen Yi, feeling helpless, asked, "What do I need to do to get you to willingly get out of the car?"
He rubbed his head against her shoulder, his voice husky and muffled, yet contradictorily sensual, "Stay with me."
"..."
