Xiang Wan was utterly bewildered by him, "What's this about 'yours' and 'mine'? That's mine!"
Zuo Xingyun glanced sideways at her, "I just wanted you to sit in front and talk to me, not argue with me. Why don't you just shut your mouth for a while?"
"I certainly will not!" Xiang Wan openly defied him, "It was you who wanted me to sit in front and talk to you, and now I'm doing it, so what?"
Zuo Xingyun, patience wearing thin, "I'm not in a particularly good mood right now, your noise is giving me a headache, be quiet for a bit."
"No way!" Xiang Wan, feeling defiant, wanted to make sure no one was comfortable.
Suddenly, Zuo Xingyun slammed on the brakes and leaned in closely, pinning her to the seat.
Xiang Wan, looking at the handsome face so close to hers, was utterly stunned.
At such a short distance, she only needed to move slightly and she could touch his nose with hers... and lips; their breaths were almost completely intertwined.
