Mu Yiliang was engulfed in deep regret!
So awkward... She had been too impulsive; she shouldn't have agreed to let him pick her up. She could have driven herself or taken a taxi to the hospital, couldn't she?
The man suddenly spoke softly, "Yiliang."
"Huh?" She lifted her head in a daze.
"Help me unbutton the top button of my shirt." The man kept both hands on the steering wheel, looking ahead. His voice was low, and his tone earnest.
"..."
Mu Yiliang thought she had heard it wrong.
The man raised an eyebrow slightly, "Is it inconvenient?"
"...No." She responded with difficulty, unable to bother with why he called her name so naturally, so familiarly.
This request sounded too ambiguous, right? They weren't familiar, not at all!
But his profile looked so serious, the slight frown suggesting he really wasn't comfortable. Would refusing make her seem presumptuous?
