"Little angel, can you slow down? I'm going to puke."
The silver sports car stopped instantly. Bi Xia turned her head and glanced at Wen Yang, whose face was as white as a sheet and who looked utterly miserable. She couldn't help but curl her lips, "Little angel? If I didn't hear wrong, you called me a little devil before?"
Wen Yang: ...What the heck! How did she hear that!
Qu Ming snorted and laughed, serves him right!
Wen Yang rubbed his nose, "Whether it's little devil or little angel, they're both embodiments of beauty, right?"
"Beautiful?" Bi Xia raised her eyebrows slightly, "I'm usually called handsome."
Wen Yang absentmindedly voiced an 'oh', thinking to himself, obviously a pretty little girl, how could she be called handsome? Probably it's her fighting style that's handsome.
