Musen suddenly broke into a cold sweat, and he almost couldn't steady the steering wheel.
"What's wrong with you?"
Ming Yue looked at him as sweat suddenly began to bead on his forehead.
"It's nothing... the air conditioner is a bit low, I'll turn it up."
"Tsch, you're not feeling faint, are you?"
Ming Yue hummed and took out a wet wipe to help Musen dab the sweat off his forehead.
The temperature inside the car rose.
Musen glanced at her and realized that Ming Yue's forehead also had a fine sheen of sweat.
"If you're hot, take off your down jacket. We have the air conditioning on anyway."
Ming Yue's eyes fluttered, and she said with a smile.
"I won't take it off. What if someone is attracted by my devilish figure and gets distracted while driving? What then?"
Musen shook his head, speechless.
He had a wry smile in his heart, feeling that the path of his pure love was always fraught with setbacks.