Lu Xiaoyou touched her throat as the light of the setting sun fell on her, staining her jet-black hair with dusk hues, and her visage took on a few more touches of warmth and calm.
She leaned back on the sofa chair, humming a tune softly. The lively melody was lingering and persistent, winding with an exotic charm.
Dawu was a specially trained commando. Driving for him was like carrying out a mission, he would be one hundred percent focused on the task of driving.
But as Lu Xiaoyou began her humming, his concentration crumbled to dust, with his gaze no longer able to stay on the road conditions.
Lu Xiaoyou had only hummed a short passage when Dawu suddenly snapped back to reality, his chest heaving wildly, and his eyes revealing fear and shock.
If she were to continue singing, Dawu, unable to see clearly, would probably collide with the car ahead.
Beads of sweat, the size of soybeans, slid down Dawu's dark face as he tried to calm his astonished emotions.
