After chatting with Jinshu at home for a while, Xu Yanche went back with He Qing.
Xu Yanche sprawled across the passenger seat.
He picked up his phone, opened Snake, and started playing.
"Qingqing Darling~"
Hearing that winding, saccharine "Qingqing Darling,"
He Qing nearly drove into a roadside tree again, just like last time.
Luckily, he hit the brakes in time.
Xu Yanche: "!"
Holy shit, good thing I had my seatbelt on, or I would've been flung right out. Can He Qing even drive? I just ate so much delicious food—I don't want to throw it all up.
He Qing's tone carried a hint of discomfort. "Talk properly. Don't act cute."
Xu Yanche: "!!!"
"Who isn't talking properly? I am talking properly. Since you don't like that nickname, I won't call you Qingqing Darling anymore."
Then he slumped back in his seat and continued playing.
He muttered quietly, "Obviously, his driving sucks, and he's blaming me instead. What a pain to please. Calling him that last time didn't work, and calling him this now doesn't work either."
He Qing gripped the steering wheel so hard that his fingertips turned white.
That wasn't what he meant.
He opened his mouth, then had no idea how to explain himself.
In the midst of his game, Xu Yanche looked up at He Qing.
The streetlights shone across He Qing's face.
They revealed his less-than-pleasant expression.
It was somewhat cold, somewhat stern, somewhat angry.
Xu Yanche patted the car door. "Um, how about you let me out? I'll just take a taxi home myself."
He looks like he's about to murder someone. My life is more important. Who the hell pissed off this great Buddha? Wait, did He Qing drink just now? Fuck, he had two beers. Drunk driving? Oh my god.
*Ahhh,