Mo Nanjue buttoned up his shirt and turned to leave the room, "Go to sleep."
"..."
Tong Ran's mind was still replaying the image of him undressing earlier; how could she let him go out alone in the middle of the night? She hurried into the dressing room, changed clothes, and followed him out.
She wasn't moving particularly fast, but when she got out, the man's car was still parked at the entrance. Mo Nanjue had his hands resting on the steering wheel, his eyes staring off into space.
His profile was bathed in moonlight. Tong Ran felt a pain in her heart, walked over, and opened the car door, "Where are we going?"
Mo Nanjue didn't speak; he started the car and suddenly leaned over to fasten her seatbelt.
He didn't say a word the entire way...
He just drove quietly.
Tong Ran didn't ask either. Wherever he went, she would go, so the destination didn't matter.
Mo Nanjue drove the car to an apartment building.
