"Then you sit in the middle, I’ll have to get out later, it’s more convenient by the door." I shifted and pushed her in front of .
But lissa was quick, turning around behind again: "I’m not sitting with my brother! He’ll just lecture ! I’d rather sit by the side for so peace."
The car had been parked at the roadside for a few minutes, and we were just dawdling and pushing each other around, it was really pretentious.
I reluctantly got into the car and sat in the middle.
Daniel’s presence hit , fresh, fragrant, and noble. I subconsciously swallowed, feeling that the side of my body next to him beca different.
"Ms. Wennie, we’re leaving now, thank you for tonight." lissa was the last to get in the car and said goodbye to Wennie Lane.
"Okay, bye-bye." Wennie Lane waved to us and the car started to leave.
As the car window slowly rose, in the closed car space, all my nerves inexplicably tensed up.
"Ah... tonight was really fun, listening to Ms. Wennie talk about the weirdos she t on blind dates was so interesting." lissa sighed contentedly, moved around, and leaned back relaxedly, crowding out of space.
I chuckled but hadn’t responded when suddenly I heard Daniel ask from the other side, "Did you drink too much?"
"Of course not, I could even open another bottle." lissa blurted out.
Daniel chuckled, with a hint of danger: "Have you beco a drunkard now?"
lissa suddenly fell silent, paused for a mont, and then quickly changed the subject: "Uh... my head feels a bit dizzy, I want to lean over and sleep for a while, don’t talk to , okay."
After saying this, she slid down a bit more, her hand resting on the car door armrest, with her head on it.
I was originally sitting in the middle, right next to Daniel Carter.
She slumped down like that and crowded even more.
I had to move my legs further towards Daniel.
Daniel noticed I was being crowded, silently moving towards the car door a bit.
I endured the awkwardness and shifted slightly as well, giving lissa more space.
Yet her leg still moved towards mine...
So I was pressed tightly against Daniel again.
The car was quiet, I could feel the warmth of the man next to , and my whole body felt like it was roasting, rapidly heating up.
Last ti Daniel drove ho, I was so drunk that I had no idea what happened between us in the car.
But today, I was just slightly tipsy, my mind was clear as day.
Being so close to a man who made my heart race, with half my body tightly against his, my whole heart was boiling, my mind running wild with all sorts of crazy thoughts.
Like, would he quietly reach over and hold my hand.
Or perhaps, would he turn his body a bit and simply let lean into him.
And maybe, would he—
"lissa, do you have any manners while sitting?" Just as I was getting lost in my thoughts, a reprimanding voice suddenly ca to my ear, authoritative with a hint of warning.
I was so startled that I shivered.
Daniel sensed it, "Did I scare you..."
I, feeling guilty and embarrassed, smiled, "No..."
lissa, who had been resting with her eyes closed, was also startled, imdiately opened her eyes and sat up straighter, mumbling, "How am I not sitting properly... Bla it on your car being too narrow..."
I pursed my lips, suppressing a laugh.
So she knew exactly why she was being scolded.
She did it on purpose, intentionally crowding , pushing towards Daniel.
Poor innocent luxury car, taking the bla.
If the car could talk, it would definitely retort: Slander!
After her muttering, lissa tilted her head and closed her eyes again.
But I knew, she couldn’t really be asleep, she was definitely eavesdropping.
A silence fell between Daniel and .
The atmosphere in the car beca more tense and awkward...
I strangely felt hot, not sure if I was too nervous or if the aftermath of the red wine was kicking in.
After holding it in for a while, I felt sweat on my back and finally couldn’t help but speak up, "Uh, is the air conditioning on? It’s a bit hot..."
Daniel’s driver was a young guy, I’ve seen him several tis, with bronze skin, tall and powerful, standing upright, probably a retired soldier, serving as both driver and bodyguard.
He was taken aback by my question, instinctively glanced at the rearview mirror, and replied, "Miss Miller, the car is at 22℃."
It’s the most comfortable temperature for the human body.
Before I could respond, Daniel spoke up, "Lower it a bit."
"Okay."
I hurriedly said, "Not too low, lissa is sleeping, afraid she’ll catch a cold."
Daniel turned his head and glanced at , the corner of his mouth slightly curved, "She acts pretty well."
With her eyes closed, lissa replied faintly, "Bro, you guys chat, why do you always concern yourself with ."
I chuckled softly.
As expected, she wasn’t asleep, listening in with her ears wide open.
But this little banter lightened up the stuffy atmosphere in the car quite a bit.
I took the initiative to find a topic: "Do you have any special tasks for the school celebration?"
Daniel turned to look at .
He leaned against the car window, the changing streetlights outside casting bound and alternating shadows on his handso features, making his brows and eyes even more deep and charming, like a scene with cinematic quality.
He slightly curved his lips, countering with a question instead of answering, "Do you have any special tasks?"
"Not exactly... it’s just that after entering the group yesterday, I saw the college professors say that each departnt has to put on a show, our college preliminarily decided on a fashion show, the models are arranged by the college, but outfits are provided by current students and so alumni, I also need to be responsible for two sets of clothes."
"That’s not hard for you."
I replied with a smile, "Certainly, as long as they don’t ask to go on stage and embarrass myself, I’m willing to provide even ten outfits."
After all, as an haute couture fashion designer with so fa in the circle, what I lack the least are beautiful outfits.
Daniel chuckled at my words, "With your qualifications, going on stage would be no pressure, enough to rival professional models."
I quickly shook my head, "No, no, I’m self-aware, other than having a decent face, my figure is nowhere near a model’s."
In fact, I used to be a part-ti model in college.
Back then, Jason Miller wouldn’t give pocket money, and even though Adrian Gordon was willing to spend money on , I didn’t want to rely on him.
So, as long as there was an opportunity to make money, I’d seize it.
I’m 172 cm tall, and with heels on, I approach 180 cm, fully eting model standards.
The main thing is my face, it’s a blessing from the heavens, I can walk bare-faced in a crowd and still get a lot of second glances, not to ntion how stunning I look with makeup.
Wennie Lane says my height plus this face makes a great candidate for living off my youth, so I worked as a clothing model part-ti through two years of college.
Modeling made money fast, at one point I even considered switching to being a professional model, but in the end, I was brushed aside.
The reason was, my figure didn’t conform to the requirents.
It wasn’t that my height wasn’t enough, it was... my bust was too large.
Everyone knows that most models are flat-chested or small-chested.
First, to not spoil the aesthetic lines of the clothes; second, small chests make clothing look more fashionable and upscale, and third—models’ runway walks are fast and forceful, with large busts it’s obvious, affecting the allure of the clothes themselves.
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