Fu Ya's frustration grew with the itch on her face. She was so sick of playing games with him.
"Everyone has to give up some things to survive in this brutal world. You can only blame men for crawling up to any good-looking girls like the puppies that they are."'
Si Han's face sank. "Girls who throw themselves at guys are nothing better, just like you."
"You are absolutely right. Don't you think we are the perfect match?"
Si Han snorted in disdain.
Fu Ya tapped on the door. "Since you don't intend to be my match, let me off!"
Si Han stepped on the brakes.
Fu Ya pushed at the door, only to find it locked.
"Si Han, what do you want?"
He lit himself a cigarette, and his face flickered under the shaky flare. "Pay me to keep my mouth shut."
Fu Ya froze for a second, but she soon got the idea.
"I'm not a wealthy woman, so you shouldn't be after my money. Guess the only asset that I have is my bag of bones."
