Luo Qiangwei leaned against the back seat, toying with the small crossbody bag. "Why should I listen to you," she lifted her face to look at him, "and what right do you have to care whose car I take?"
Mo Shiche's sharply defined jaw tensed, a few words popping from his throat. "Are you sure you want to casually get into a strange man's car? Aren't you afraid he might have intentions towards you?"
She laughed, "Even if he has intentions, that's fine. The night is long and I'm very bored. If there's a man, I might as well enjoy it to the fullest."
Hearing the last sentence, Mo Shiche's face finally turned completely dark. He reached out to grab her arm. "Get out, now."
She had no intention of listening and furrowed her brows angrily, "Let go of me!"
