A fashion queen

Time passed minute by minute, and it seemed like an eternity. Finally, Mo Yunting gritted his teeth, as if he had made some kind of resolution. He took a deep breath and spoke slowly in a very gentle and caring tone, "Xueying, why don't you close your eyes and rest for a while? I'll wake you up when we get home." After saying this, his tender gaze remained fixed on the woman beside him, not even for a moment.

Hearing Mo Yunting's thoughtful words, Cui Xueying nodded slightly in agreement. A barely perceptible blush crept onto her jade-white face, and then she closed her eyes obediently, like a peaceful, sleeping kitten.

At this moment, beneath Mo Yunting's seemingly calm exterior, a turbulent storm had already begun to stir within him. All sorts of questions surged into his mind like a surging tide, nearly drowning him completely.

The more he thought about it, the more bizarre and strange the series of events that had unfolded today seemed. Especially the man who had suddenly appeared and inexplicably injured. It seemed as if he had been deliberately trying to get close to Cui Xueying from the very beginning. But who was this strange man? How could such a strong man be injured so easily and without warning? If the staff present hadn't called him promptly to inform him of the situation, there was no telling what would have happened.

At the thought of this, Mo Yunting felt a chill running down his spine, as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping his heart, making it almost impossible for him to breathe. Cold sweat streamed down his forehead, and his hands involuntarily clenched the steering wheel, silently praying in his heart.

As Mo Yunting drove, he occasionally glanced at Cui Xueying, who lay soundly asleep beside him. She leaned quietly against the seat, her long, cascading hair cascading freely, her delicate face appearing especially soft and beautiful. However, Mo Yunting's thoughts were completely elsewhere. His mind raced through the day's unusual events, each detail like a sharp dagger, piercing his nerves.

The car slowly drove into the gate of the villa. Mo Yunting gently parked the car, then turned sideways and called out softly, "Honey, we're home." Seeing that Cui Xueying didn't respond, he raised his voice again and said, "Honey, wake up, we're home."

Cui Xueying slowly awoke, her beautiful eyes slowly opening as she drowsily glanced around, her gaze settling on Mo Yunting. Her voice was lazily murmured, as if she hadn't yet fully emerged from a sweet dream, "Hmm...are we home yet?"

Mo Yunting smiled faintly, his expression as warm and gentle as the spring sun. He nodded slightly and gracefully stepped out of the car. Then, with brisk and steady steps, he quickly walked to the other side of the car. His slender, powerful fingers gently opened the door, and like a gentleman greeting a princess, he carefully extended his hand and steadily supported Cui Xueying as she was about to exit the car.

As soon as Cui Xueying's feet touched the ground, she felt as if all her strength had been drained from her body. She felt limp and powerless. At the same time, her head was spinning, as if she were stepping on cotton.

Mo Yunting's heart tightened at the sight of this. His brow furrowed slightly, and a flicker of worry flashed across his eyes. Without giving it time to think, he quickly made his way to her side. Gently yet swiftly, he lifted her arm and placed it on his broad, solid shoulder. At the same time, he extended his other hand, tightly wrapping it around her slender, soft waist, seemingly so fragile it could be grasped.

Mo Yunting lowered his head slightly and slowly leaned close to her ear, as if afraid to disturb her. His voice was as gentle as water, as if it could melt all the cold things in the world. He said softly, "Come, let me hold you." Before he finished speaking, he exerted force with his arms and lifted Cui Xueying up horizontally.

Mo Yunting slowly walked into the villa, carrying Cui Xueying, taking every step with extreme caution, fearing he might hurt the person in his arms. Once in the living room, he carefully and gently placed her on the sofa, as if she were a priceless treasure. Then, he slowly squatted down, reached out his hands, and tightly grasped her slightly cold little hands. His eyes were filled with concern and heartache, and he softly asked, "How are you? Are you feeling better now?"

Cui Xueying tried hard to cheer herself up, but her physical discomfort still made her look a little weak. She forced a pale smile at Mo Yunting, trying to reassure him, "I... I'm fine, maybe just a little carsick." However, Mo Yunting did not let down his guard. He stretched out his fingers and gently rubbed her temples, hoping to ease her discomfort.