The lamplight shone on He Xing, but he hung his head low, his face veiled in shadow as if he had fallen into hell itself.
Fu Han felt as if her whole body had fallen apart as she struggled to sit up and tried to put her clothes back on, but her clothes had been torn to shreds by He Xing. She could only manage to cover the essential parts.
He Xing's gaze swept over Fu Han, he said nothing and restarted the car.
After an indeterminate time, the car stopped again. He Xing opened the door and stepped out directly, ignoring Fu Han.
She looked around; they were beside the mall. She tried to seize the opportunity to get out of the car, but to her surprise, He Xing had locked the doors.
Fu Han, enraged, punched the car door hard twice: "Damn He Xing, you're so annoying."
A dozen minutes later, He Xing pulled the car door open again. He tossed a large bag to Fu Han, then closed the door. He didn't get back into the car himself.
