Zhang Wei pointed towards a distant hill through the windshield. "Towards the top."
"Eh? What would we do there?" Zhou Jiajia's question hung in the air, met only with Zhang Wei's silence.
Frowning, she attempted to maintain an air of feigned anger, but the allure of the mysterious destination outside the car distracted her.
Absentmindedly, she began playing with her hair, attempting to salvage the hours' worth of meticulous effort that Zhang Wei had disrupted by rolling her inside the blanket.
Zhang Wei, with a bemused smile, observed her futile attempts to feign annoyance.
As if unraveling her act, he extended his hand, effortlessly pulling her close while deftly steering the car with the other.
The unexpected closeness caught Zhou Jiajia off guard, her mouth forming a silent "??"