Lian Yin opened his eyes. He was sitting in... you guessed it: a taxi. He sighed and leaned back in the terribly uncomfortable driver's seat before he accommodated the chair so that his long legs could fit.
The original taxi driver must have been short as f*ck.
He sighed as he glanced around him.
[The target is approaching. Host should get ready.]
"Yes, Mom. Sheesh," Lian Yin muttered and put his signal on so that he could stop the car right next to the young lady that was drenched by the rain that was pouring down in buckets.
The young lady wore a skimpy red dress, her hair reaching the middle of her back. Blue eyes squinted in the space in front of her as she raised a newspaper above her head to block the torrent that she was being subject to.
High heels that looked more like a torture device than something that would make one more beautiful adorned her feet, and her nails were longer than even Amelia's claws.
Lian Yin liked his girls more natural, but he had to admit that the girl's features were absolutely perfect, as was expected for the main female lead.
She really WAS a blonde bombshell, like Amelia had said, but looked more like a wet rat at the moment.
He sighed as he opened the passenger door for her; no self-respecting female lead would sit in the backseat.
"Thanks," the girl muttered as her teeth chattered, and Lian Yin couldn't help but curse in his heart.
He turned the heat of the taxi up and took off the plaid shirt that he wore to cover the young lady's shoulders.
'F*cking hell,' he complained in his heart, 'why should I give her my clothes if I won't see her after this!?'
[Host receives a warning.]
Lian Yin took a deep breath before he spoke, calming the anger he had for his system. "Whaddaya here fo?" his voice was gruffer than usual, and he made sure to lay his Boston accent on thick.
The woman blinked large water droplets from her eyes, her makeup still perfect as she shivered in his taxi seat. Water ran down her tan skin, making Lian Yin resentful- he had to clean up after her.
"Uh," the young woman's voice was soft and hesitant as she looked out of the window. She seemed to be like a small dog who was reprimanded, her tail drooped until the floor.
"Yeah?" Lian Yin kept his eyes to the street, acting as if he needed to pay attention when, in reality, he could drive with his eyes closed... and using his knees to steer the wheel.
Suddenly, Lian Yin heard the young lady begin to sob, and he jerked the wheel in his terror. Righting it immediately, he whipped his head around to look at the young lady. "Whaddaya crying for! Don't cry!"
He hated crying. Any crying.
"I- hic, I just want to tell him that it's all my fault." Large, glistening tears fell down her face, highlighting her blue eyes and pink lips.
"Okay, sweetheart," Lian Yin said, a sweat drop falling down from his forehead. She was crying over that? Please, please don't scare him for the love of God!
She continued to cry for a few minutes until she coincidentally saw her male lead enter a majestic car with another girl. Eyes widening, she turned her head to look at Lian Yin. "F-f-follow them!" She pointed with her finger at the sports car, her obvious distress from before turning into determination.
Lian Yin had to bow down at her emotional changes. And a sports car, really? He sighed as he immediately pressed the gas, accelerating the car so that it could overtake the other cars in front of it.
He had a Lamborghini to catch.