Under Qi Helian's relentless teasing and encouragement, Ji Anning had a small glass of red wine, and at this moment, in the car, her cheeks were faintly blushing.
She was nestled in the passenger seat, her head leaning against the window, her bright black eyes, like stars in the night sky, gazing at Ji Chicheng. She clearly wasn't drunk, yet those sparkling eyes seemed hazy as if she were intoxicated.
Ever since he had suddenly appeared before her, she felt as though she was in a dreamlike state, as if she were drunk.
"I think I can't drive properly anymore."
Ji Chicheng suddenly stepped on the brakes, brought the car to a halt, and then, with both hands on the steering wheel, he turned his head to look at Ji Anning.
Can't drive properly anymore? Instinctively worried that he might be feeling unwell, Anning asked, "Why? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
