She spruced up her hair, then poked at Lu Yi's chest.
"Why are you carrying me like a sack of rice?"
"Habit," said Lu Yi, fastening his and Yan Huan's seatbelt. He was actually used to that way of carrying. It was fast and fuss-free.
"Next time," Yan Huan poked his chest again. "Carry me like a princess. Get it?"
"Got it," said Lu Yi. Then again, habits die hard. He reached out and helped Yan Huan fasten her seatbelt.
Yan Huan looked up, examined his serious profile under the dim street light. That smileless expression again. When he was about to stand, Yan Huan reached out and hooped her hands around her neck.
She gave her a French kiss.
Of course, this was an activity that needed Lu Yi's cooperation. Lu Yi paused, then took the initiative. He was rather cautious at first, but forget his reserve later on.
"Inspector Lu…" Yan Huan's lips were close to his ears, her soft breath tingled his senses.
