The dark sports car blended into the night, its speeding body reflecting streaks of light.
Sitting in the car, the young man asked curiously, "How many games did you play with my father? Who won?"
"My father is the best chess player I've ever seen. He always used to tell me to learn from him."
Shen Yanci's lips curved slightly, his tone casual. "Best of three. We didn't finish the last game."
"You won?" Song Yunxing asked in surprise.
"Your father won twice, but that might change once we finish the last game." The man looked composed, his pale fingers tapping lightly against the steering wheel.
"Did you... go easy on him? Lose on purpose?"
"Who knows?" Shen Yanci deliberately kept him guessing.
"You sly thing!" Song Yunxing gave a soft huff and folded his arms.
"Winning or losing at chess isn't that important. What matters more is that I won you over." Shen Yanci's voice held a smile.
The roadside neon lights illuminated his profile, casting a warm glow in his dark eyes.
He looked ahead, a smile lingering on his lips.
Song Yunxing's lashes fluttered, and he awkwardly looked away.
This guy just keeps the sweet talk coming.
His gaze settled on the back of Shen Yanci's neck, and he suddenly noticed a damp patch on the white collar there.
Song Yunxing frowned and reached toward the back of his neck.
It felt wet beneath his fingers, and the gland patch at his nape had come slightly loose.
Shen Yanci hadn't expected him to do that. Veins stood out on the hand gripping the steering wheel.
"I'm driving right now." A flicker of panic crossed his eyes, and his voice was slightly hoarse.
"I know. Your suit jacket is soaked through." The young man's brow furrowed.
He looked