Late at night, the cab stopped in front of a neon lit door of the bar. "That will be twenty," the driver glanced back. But the sight behind him stunned him.
The young man was wearing all black from top to bottom his hair was combed back, revealing his fresh and clear forehead. His black eyes, deep as the night, watched him with a small glimmer in them.
When he picked him up, he did not bother looking back, but now... he was frozen in shock.
"Thank you so much," the young man handed him the twenty.
"Ah... yes...." the driver stuttered, holding the dollar bill preciously. "You look like a model, sir,"
"Me? I am a model," Zou Yue chuckled and got down.
"Yue!! You brat!!!" Peng Peng ran to him. His loose sequin crop top swayed side to side with each step, displaying his belly button. He had paired it with a skimpy jean that was low riding.
