"Gu Che, today you either leave this chick here, and I'll let you go, or don't think about leaving here easily," Cheng Shanglin's gaze unabashedly roamed over her fiery figure, damn it, that's seriously tantalizing, and she's wild, too. He liked to conquer such hot peppers, to make them obediently lie beneath him.
Gu Che struggled to contain his anger and clenched his teeth as he spoke, "In your dreams." It wasn't just that Nalan Xue was Qinghe's friend—even if she weren't, he wouldn't be such a beast. He knew full well what kind of person Cheng Shanglin was and would not push a good girl into the jaws of a tiger.
Nalan Xue slapped Gu Che's shoulder like one of the guys, "Look at you, kid, you're quite the man. Not bad, worth the effort I put in trying to save you." Even though she failed to save him, it's the thought that counts, right? She just didn't consider things properly, should have borrowed a phone and called for backup before bursting out.
