Mr. Lu, stop being such a jerk. Your wife is your nemesis's white moonlight.

When Xu An'an opened her eyes again, it was already 11:40 p.m.

The car was dark, and she didn't realize where she was for a moment. She looked out the window with blurry eyes and then realized that it was the villa she had visited that afternoon.

Why didn't you call her when you got home?

Just as Xu An'an was about to speak, she turned her head and found that Yan Heng was leaning against the driver's seat with his eyes closed, and he had also fallen asleep.

Xu An'an silently shut her mouth.

She had previously read a study that said the first 90 minutes after falling asleep are when sleep quality is best. If you wake someone up abruptly during this time, there is a high probability that they will have a headache, and it may even ruin their entire night's sleep.

It's so late already. If we wake him up now, and he gets a headache, he'll have to endure the discomfort and drive home in the dark...

Um... it's really unsafe just thinking about it.

Oh well, since he didn't wake me up just now, it won't hurt to wait for him for a while—it's only 90 minutes anyway.

Xu An'an picked up her phone and started scrolling casually, turning it on silent so as not to disturb Yan Heng.

She got bored after scrolling for a while... and when she checked the time, less than 10 minutes had passed.

Oh my god... 90 minutes is so long!

Xu An'an was filled with immense regret at this moment, wondering how she could have actually fallen asleep...?

Yes, she was pretending to be asleep at first.

It's said that people can't understand each other, and she can't even empathize with herself from a few hours ago...

She didn't know why that emotion came over her, and she cried uncontrollably, as if she wanted to scream her heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys out of her throat, completely oblivious to what was happening in between.

After the initial shock subsided, she found herself in Yan Heng's arms.

Xu An'an considered herself clever and quick-witted, but one second she was lashing out at Yan Heng and crying, and the next she was crying in his arms.

She really didn't know what expression to use to react to this absurd situation...

Just as she was still hesitating, she noticed that Yan Heng moved slightly and was about to lean down to look at her—she subconsciously closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.

If you don't want to face a situation, just run away... After all, pretending to be asleep is a piece of cake for an award-winning actress.

She had been waiting for the right moment to wake up naturally, but for some reason, Yan Heng drove very smoothly and didn't even encounter the vibrations from a speed bump.

She waited and waited, perhaps because the soft scent of the blankets was so soothing, or perhaps because Yan Heng's adjusted chair was too comfortable, she unknowingly fell asleep...

Xu An'an put down her phone, and by the moonlight, turned to look at Yan Heng, who was standing beside her with his eyes closed.

He lowered his chin slightly, leaning back in his seat with a relaxed posture. Moonlight brushed against his handsome brow bone, softening his usually cold and sharp face.

Wow, that handsome face, even when he's asleep he looks so good.

Speaking of Jun's face, Xu An'an leaned closer—thankfully, yesterday's wound is barely visible anymore; young people really do recover quickly.

But... why is Yan Heng's brow still slightly furrowed? Is he in pain?

Xu An'an glanced at Yan Heng's seat. Ugh, this silly boy, he knows to adjust other people's seats but doesn't know how to adjust his own.

With legs that long, sleeping curled up like that probably wouldn't be very comfortable.

The button to recline the seat is usually on the left side of the driver's seat.

Xu An'an unbuckled her seatbelt and reached for the adjustment button on Yan Heng's left.

The Bentley's driver's seat was too wide for Xu An'an to reach. She could only lift her buttocks and carefully lean through the gap between Yan Heng and the steering wheel.

To avoid touching Yan Heng, she tensed her core, tried to maintain her upper body balance, and stretched out her arm to reach for it—holding her breath, she finally touched the button!

At this moment, Xu An'an was extremely grateful that she had not neglected to practice her basic skills over the years.

There are very few people besides her who can perform such a difficult technical move.

"What are you doing?"

A deep, hoarse voice suddenly rang out from above.

Xu An'an was startled. The breath she had been holding in suddenly loosened, and her entire upper body instantly lost its balance, plummeting straight down—

"what!"

"Um…"

The woman's scream and the man's muffled groan rang out simultaneously, followed by a deathly silence.

Xu An'an blinked, utterly unable to face the current situation—she was lying face down on Yan Heng's lap, and her hand... was pressed against a "dangerous area" that left her unable to move!

Help!

How is she supposed to continue living on Earth?!

She cautiously raised her eyes and found that Yan Heng was also looking at her. His eyes, which had just woken up, were filled with confusion, surprise... and something that Xu An'an couldn't understand.

As their eyes met, the solid outline in her palm grew even hotter, and Xu An'an instantly snapped back to reality, sprang to her feet in the next second—

With a muffled thud, the back of his head slammed heavily into Yan Heng's hard chin.

The occipital bone is much harder than the mandible. Yan Heng clutched his jaw in pain, as if all his temper had been worn away.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry!" Xu An'an apologized hurriedly, instinctively wanting to rub his sore spot, but stopped abruptly when she remembered the embarrassment just now.

Finally, she stayed where she was, anxiously asking, "How are you? Did you break a bone?"

"It's not that bad," Yan Heng glanced at her, "Your head isn't that hard."

Whether it was her imagination or not, Xu An'an felt that there was a faint hint of laughter in Yan Heng's voice...

Indeed, his series of unexpected and brilliant moves were quite laughable.

It's not just funny, it's also embarrassing.

"I didn't mean to," Xu An'an explained anxiously, "I just wanted you to lie down... no, I wanted your chair to lie down..."

Xu An'an didn't know what was wrong with her. She could easily memorize dozens of pages of lines, but she just couldn't make sense of these two sentences! What was with all this talk about lying down... Would Yan Heng think she was a pervert? But she was clearly just trying to be helpful!

Facing Yan Heng's teasing gaze, Xu An'an's face flushed red. She steeled herself and said, "I only did that to make you more comfortable!"

—Pah!

Yan Heng was slightly taken aback. He looked down at the spot where Xu An'an had just been "lying" and asked, "Make me...comfortable?"

Xu An'an stared blankly at the lamppost in the distance, calculating the chances of dying if she jumped out of the car and crashed into it...

Is she a pig?

What on earth is she saying?!

Especially after touching that area!!!

Seeing Xu An'an's resigned expression, Yan Heng smiled almost imperceptibly and decided not to tease her anymore.

How could he not know what An'an was doing?

He was just resting with his eyes closed, but he woke up as soon as Xu An'an moved.

But for some reason, he just wanted Xu An'an to come and call him.

After waiting for a long time without any movement from Xu An'an, he opened his eyes slightly and found that Xu An'an had started playing with her phone at some point.

The colorful screen halo added a touch of allure to Xu An'an's soft and delicate features.

Yan Heng suddenly didn't want to say anything, and just quietly looked at her.

But after a short while, Xu An'an turned off her phone and suddenly turned to look at him. Yan Heng subconsciously closed his eyes.

In the darkness, Xu An'an seemed to suddenly be very close to him, her warm, fragrant breath gently brushing against his neck...

It's very itchy, and also...

Yan Heng couldn't help but frown. He was about to open his eyes when he realized that Xu An'an had changed her way of "torturing" him.

Xu An'an wanted to help him adjust the seat.

Yan Heng understood the matter in just 0.01 seconds, but her posture...

Objectively speaking, no part of Xu An'an's body touched him, but her long, flowing hair fell uncontrollably down, sprinkling onto his legs. With each breath, it rubbed against his taut thighs, each silent sweep like igniting a hidden flame.

Even more dangerous was her breathing.

The warm breath, penetrating the thin fabric, sprayed clearly onto his lower abdomen again and again... Yan Heng tensed up uncontrollably.

One second... two seconds... why haven't I found the button yet?

Unable to endure the near-torture any longer, Yan Heng finally called out to her.

But who knew... sigh.

This can be considered a case of reaping what you sow.

Thinking back on this, Yan Heng sighed helplessly.

He turned and got out of the car, awkwardly straightening his clothes before walking around to the other side and opening the passenger door.

"Let's go, it's getting late."