"Ah, I have to do it myself?" Xu Ke's disappointment was written all over his face. What's the point of that? If there's no one in the passenger seat, what fun is there in driving?
"Or what? Did you want to borrow my hands?"
At that, Xu Ke chuckled. "I definitely want to borrow more than just your hands…"
"Fine. Come and borrow whatever you want. Do you dare?" Wong Qifu laughed in exasperation. She always stuck to her policy: as long as there was no physical contact, she would forever be more assertive than Xu Ke.
"What's there to be afraid of?" Xu Ke muttered. "I'm just afraid you'll blush and start saying, 'Oh, stop! There are people around…'"
"…Xu Ke, you're asking to die!"
"Alright, alright, I'll stop. Let's talk about something serious." Xu Ke was no longer teasing; his tone was serious now.
Wong Qifu was startled. "What else is there to talk about? I'm about to get out of the car."
