Qingran didn't argue this time. She slid into the passenger seat, shutting the door with a little more force than necessary. Feng Yizhou rounded the front of the car and got in beside her, the tension between them thick.
He started the engine, but instead of driving off immediately, he sat there, gripping the steering wheel. His jaw was tight, his expression unreadable.
Qingran leaned back against the seat, watching him from the corner of her eye. "What? You're not going to give me a lecture about how reckless I am?"
Feng Yizhou exhaled through his nose. "No point."
She raised an eyebrow. "Wow. Have you finally accepted that I do whatever I want?"
His fingers tightened on the wheel. "No. I've just realized that no matter how many times I tell you not to do something, you'll go ahead and do it anyway."
Qingran smirked. "Glad you're catching on."
Feng Yizhou shot her a sharp look, but instead of snapping back, he suddenly leaned toward her.
Qingran stiffened. "What are you—"
