"Honey, are you in Mangniu Town?" Yang Yun asked urgently, though the way she said 'honey' was surprisingly smooth.
"Yeah," Chen Xiaobei replied. "If you're itching for me to fuck you, you'll have to wait. I'm probably not coming back tonight."
Delayed by Luo Qingcheng, the sun had already set. Chen Xiaobei's crappy tricycle didn't even have lights, so there was no way he could travel on that broken-down road.
