Ye Xingguang tugged at her overcoat, poking her head out from within, then drew it closer around her, struggling to curl up her legs so that the coat covered her entirely. However, her legs were truly devoid of strength—she wanted to stretch out a leg and kick him to let off steam, but she just couldn't muster the energy.
Ye Junqing started the car; after midnight, there were even fewer vehicles on the road, and he drove home even faster, speeding all the way.
On the way, Ye Xingguang, fearing an accident, had already silently buckled her seatbelt. It's said that the passenger seat is the most dangerous, where death comes quickest. After Ye Junqing got out of the car, he opened the passenger door, unbuckled her seatbelt first, and then wrapped her, still in her clothes, in his arms and carried her out.
Large snowflakes fell upon their heads and shoulders.
