The car turned another corner.
The warm yellow headlights were like studio lights from a photoshoot, shining on Knox Simmons's stunning, seductive face. It was as if some beauty filter had been switched on, making his Peach Blossom Eyes even more disastrously alluring, downright irresistible.
From any angle, he looked like a fox spirit haunting the night, his beauty just a little too much.
Especially those Peach Blossom Eyes of his that seemed to come with their own built-in voltage—dark and bright at the same time, thick lashes curling upwards. No matter whether eyes like that grew on a man or a woman, they were pure temptation, a crime waiting to happen.
With a screech.
A sudden brake, the tires grinding hard against the ground; from the outside, you could even see sparks flying up between rubber and asphalt.
Knox Simmons suddenly stopped the car, pulling his Ferrari over to the side of the road.
