The driver in front asked, "Boss, are we still going to Hilton?"
Yu Lingqian glanced down at Mu Anran who was desperately burrowing into his arms and let out a helpless sigh, "Forget it, let's go back to the villa."
"Yes."
The driver turned the steering wheel and changed direction.
During the half-hour drive, Mu Anran started by being rowdy and eventually just curled up in Yu Lingqian's arms and fell asleep.
Moreover, she wouldn't let Yu Lingqian move his hand away.
Every time he did, she would murmur and pull his arms back around her waist.
Then she rubbed against his chest and continued to sleep.
When the car arrived back at the villa, Yu Lingqian carried Mu Anran out.
The cool evening breeze sobered her up a bit.
Although her face was still flushed and her head felt heavy, her consciousness had mostly recovered.
She half-opened her eyes, looking around suspiciously, "Eh, Young Master Yu, weren't we just eating out? How come we're back?"
"What do you think?"
