In the rearview mirror, he saw her face, flushed crimson with anger. Even with a car's length between them, he could almost feel the warmth of her skin, so smooth and delicate. Even for a man as experienced with women as he was, he couldn't help but marvel at how a woman could look so stunning without a trace of makeup.
Yan Xixi, you'll never escape the palm of my hand!
He triumphantly clenched his fist, then spread his hand open, like the Tathagata Buddha facing Sun Wukong.
By the time Yan Xixi caught her breath, Wan Donglin had already driven off. She opened her hand, only then realizing he had forcefully stuffed a small box into it. Opening it, she found a diamond ring. Under the dim evening streetlights, she could only make out that the stone was large. She had no idea of its value.
