She couldn't help but look up, only to lock eyes with the man, his deep set eyes lightly tinted with a hint of desire amidst the boundless black.
The man's Adam's apple bobbed up and down, his voice unnaturally thin, "Do you want to hang onto me like a belt again?"
"Isn't it good? This way I can protect you all the time."
"I don't need your protection."
Bo Yanching scooped up Nan Jiaojiao and pressed her into his embrace, his chin resting in the crook of her shoulder as he buried himself deeply.
"Han Chuan, drive faster."
The Han Chuan in front bristled, nearly slamming on the gas pedal and rocketing off had he not restrained himself. If he really had sped up suddenly, Master Bo might have truly taken his life.
Who would have thought? A man who had been so stoic for nearly thirty years, once unleashed, was so... sneakily provocative.
