The river reflected the brilliance of the stars, and the frigid winds bit into bone. Connecticut at the end of January exuded a singular beauty. When they were out of Brandon's garden, Yan Zheke drove a little slower. In the peaceful night, the unhurried ride was relaxed and pleasurable.
"There aren't many cars around here— how about I teach you how to drive? It's easy to drive an automatic car!" she suggested in an enthusiastic tone.
"That would be great," Lou Cheng replied at once. Then, after unfastening his seatbelt, he went to the car door on the other side.
He couldn't imagine any difficulty in learning driving with his omnipotent control over his body, excellent hand-eye coordination, and instantaneous reaction speed.
He waited for the girl to be properly seated in the front passenger seat, before getting into the driver seat himself. He fastened his seatbelt and shut the car door.
