Xue Can was seething with frustration. He slammed his foot on the accelerator.
'Just get this mission over with,' he thought. 'That way I won't have to look at Fu Cheng and get annoyed.'
The one-ton motorcycle was incredibly powerful. Shen Lu, caught off guard by the sudden lurch, was thrown backward before slamming hard against Fu Cheng's back.
The impact made her chest ache.
But the pain was secondary. The sudden, intimate contact was so awkward it made her toes curl.
'I'm docking his pay! He's definitely getting his pay docked for this!'
Shen Lu was fuming. But with her helmet on and Fu Cheng sitting between them, she couldn't properly voice her displeasure to Xue Can. Her only outlet was to vent her frustration by digging her fingers into the back of his shirt.
Fu Cheng was just as embarrassed.
