"How old is the owner of that restaurant, and is it a man or a woman?" Pei Yuanchen asked coldly.
"I don't know either." Ziyi thought for a moment, "I've never seen him; every time it's the waiter who brings me dessert, saying it's from their boss. But I heard from our class monitor that the owner is a handsome guy, hehe..."
Pei Yuanchen's face turned pale from the stimulus of her last laugh.
He gripped the steering wheel tightly, his voice somewhat heavy: "You seem very happy?"
"Uncle Xiaobao, you're jealous." Ziyi suddenly leaned over, blew a breath on his cheek, her voice unbelievably soft, "Don't worry, I only like you."
The woman's breath was warm and sweet.
Pei Yuanchen's heartbeat went chaotic, his Adam's apple bobbed, and it took a lot for him to calm down.
He reached out and pushed He Ziyi's head aside, his voice deep: "Don't lean over when I'm driving."
"You're not even driving yet." Ziyi retorted.
