Li Xingle threw the shirt he had just taken off at her feet, "Turn around! Am I that scary?"
"The scenery outside is much prettier than you." She refused to turn around.
But the night-time window reflected his figure.
Li Xingle's skin was unexpectedly fair, and his build was rather slim, yet he still had plenty of muscle.
Just thinking about how she had once been intimate with this body, without her knowledge or any feeling at all, filled her with resentment and hatred.
"I have a bad temper. When I tell you to turn around, you turn around. Do you want me to throw you out on the road?"
"Sure! I wish you'd throw me out." Then, she could take a cab back herself.
"Little Li, I'll grant your wish, but not here!" Li Xingle leaned lazily and opened the car window.
The chilly early autumn wind blew in, dispersing much of the alcohol smell.
Li Buyan stayed pressed against the window, keeping her distance from him.
