I let out a dry cough, saying softly:
"Focus on the road, drive carefully."
Khang chuckled softly, glancing at me, his eyes shining with amusement:
"Don't worry, I'm a skilled driver, after all."
He pondered for a moment, seemingly thinking of something, his voice becoming particularly captivating in the quiet night:
"I know I'm handsome, but if you keep staring like that, I won't be able to take it…"
The last note of his voice rose slightly, like a small animal's tail pawing at my heart.
"Hmph."
I found I could still handle this side of Khang, I just didn't know if the kid, An, his admirer lying quietly in the back, could take it.
"Khang, let me drive later."
An's voice rang out, cautious but tinged with a hard-to-understand disappointment.
"No need, it's not time yet. You rest first, I'll call you when it's time."
Khang didn't turn his head, firmly refusing the kid's eagerness.
An replied weakly, his body shrinking back into the seat.
