The upper body instantly returned to its original position, and both hands fell on the steering wheel.

Her eyes flickered, and even her breathing seemed to become erratic.

Her head buzzed, causing her, who had always been composed amidst great storms, to lose her composure.

Damn it.

This is really insane.

What did she just do?

Did her hand accidentally touch...

"Ahem...!"

She sat on pins and needles, coughed heavily, then said in a deep voice: "I say, where’s your ID card? I can’t find it anywhere."

Her words were extraordinarily calm, as if nothing had happened.

"Mmm..."

A rather unbearable groan slipped from his lips, and Ruan Yiyi, seeing he didn’t respond, looked over, only to find him seemingly asleep, head down.

Ruan Yiyi: "..."

Seeing this, she took a deep breath helplessly.

However, after confirming that he had indeed lost consciousness, she didn’t immediately withdraw her gaze.

Instead, she slowly looked down.

Finally, inch by inch, her gaze fell on his—

?

He was unconscious, yet that was still... up?

The young man wore dark gray casual pants tonight, slightly rolled up at the cuffs, revealing an ankle.

On his feet were a pair of canvas shoes.

His upper body was clad in a black denim jacket, loose and draping over his frame.

A clean, untouched young man.

Yet just now, he was... by her...

Despite appearing immature, in some places he was—

"This is deadly."

Ruan Yiyi gritted her teeth.

Though she admitted she wasn’t anything good.

She wouldn’t go after a boy who had just come of age.

They were several years apart.

Besides, she had never had any such thoughts about him.

He was only Wen Xian’s younger brother.

In a way, naturally her brother too.

Ruan Yiyi waited in the car with him for a long time, but after a few minutes, seeing him still—

She muttered a faint curse, took off her own coat,

and tied it around his waist, made a rough knot before helping him out of the car.

There was no other way.

Unable to find his ID card, she could only take him to her suite first.

This seven-star hotel was very tall, her floor was the fifty-seventh, a luxury suite.

Though he seemed thin, he was pretty heavy. She struggled a bit, and when the hotel manager saw her supporting someone, he quickly came over to help, squeezing a smile: "Miss, it seems this young man is drunk, let me help you, send him to your room."

Ruan Yiyi tacitly agreed by supporting him together.

But once in the elevator, the manager kept glancing at both of them.

He looked at her, then at the youthful face of the boy.

This...?

At such a late hour, a drunk boy with her, being sent to her room...

While his mind started to wander, suddenly the woman beside him coughed heavily.

The manager promptly pulled back his gaze, obediently looking ahead.

Ruan Yiyi glanced at him coldly and said, "This is my brother."

"Mmm-mmm-mmm, I understand, Miss, rest assured, even if he’s your boyfriend, that’s alright."

Upon hearing this, Ruan Yiyi: "..."

She couldn’t help but roll her eyes at him, pressing her lips together, and said nothing more.

It would have been better if he hadn’t said anything.

He made it worse.

Once inside,