"Um, Xiaoshu, I can go back by myself."

I looked at Lu Ci sitting in the back seat and said cautiously.

For some reason, I was particularly afraid of Lu Ci.

Although I grew up in the Lu family, I rarely met Lu Ci.

When Grandpa Lu was fifty years old, he had Lu Ci. Although he was only five years older than Lu Zhiheng, I still had to respectfully call him "Xiaoshu."

"Why not call me Brother Ci anymore? Just using me as a tool and want to run away?" Lu Ci's eyes flickered.

"No... I didn't mean to run away."

"Then get in the car."

I obediently got in, deliberately keeping some distance from him.

A hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes.

"Thank you for today, Xiaoshu." I smiled apologetically.

He closed his eyes and remained silent.

"Let me treat you to dinner tomorrow."

He still didn't react.

I could only awkwardly turn my face towards the window.

As luck would have it, the car made a left turn, causing me to lean towards Lu Ci.

...

Summer clothes are thin, and my face was pressed against his thigh.

I wished I could find a hole to hide in.

"How long are you going to stay like this?" Lu Ci's voice was muffled.

I quickly lifted my face.

The air in the car suddenly heated up.

I was so embarrassed that I didn't know what to say.

But he reached out and pulled me to his side:

"Sit properly."

I glanced at him quietly.

His neck and earlobes were slightly pink.

He suddenly turned his head, and our eyes met.

I quickly looked away.

"What time?" he asked softly.

"Huh?" I was at a loss.

"What time for dinner tomorrow?"