Still harboring some resentment, I couldn't be friendly to Chen Qinghan's friend, baring my teeth at that cheekily grinning dark face.
The guy was handsome, but his skin was particularly dark. When he smiled at night, his face seemed to be just a big white grin.
"Wow, she's got character, Old Han. Tell me first, she doesn't bite, right?"
"Depends on her mood. Quit the chatter and drive quickly." Chen Qinghan yanked open the car door, pushed me inside, and then followed closely, almost sitting on my lap.
"Alrighty~ Sit tight!"
Woo—
The off-road vehicle shot out like a rocket gone askew, skimming the ground. My head nearly hit the seat back, but Chen Qinghan's palm cushioned it.
Considering his loyalty in protecting the 'treasure,' I'll let go of him calling me 'old.'
Age and beauty might be a woman's lifelong topic of concern, cared about as long as she lives, okay if she says it, not if others do.
