Zuo Qing saw Ye Shaoting stop in his tracks and glanced at him sideways, asking, "Weren't you going to drive the car?"
She just wanted to remind him and had no idea that his car had been parked right here and was taken away.
Seeing him stop, she thought something had happened to him.
A twitch passed across Ye Shaoting's mouth, as that gentle voice seemed to mock him in his ear: "Idiot, didn't you say you were going to drive me back? Where is the car?"
He turned around awkwardly, about to explain, when another gust of strong wind came, lifting not only the hair on his forehead but also filling his mouth with windblown sand and dust.
Ye Shaoting was suddenly choked by the gust and began to cough violently.
"Cough cough cough cough cough..."
It almost coughed out his lungs, as Ye Shaoting leaned over and coughed non-stop, looking very much like a patient with advanced tuberculosis.
Zuo Qing was scared by his coughing and asked with concern, "Are you, are you alright?"
