Chapter 112: Extreme Drifting③

  When the motorcycle stopped, I was already seeing stars, couldn't tell east from west, and the food in my stomach rushed up rapidly, making me vomit for a long time in front of the trash can. That despicable South Palace Charms, he must have done it on purpose, driving so fast, almost reaching 100km/h horsepower! Does he really want to go pay his respects to King Yan?

  I wiped the corners of my mouth, where a sour taste remained, and turned to glare at him with all my might. But he seemed as if nothing had happened, sporting an infuriatingly charming smile that made me want to stuff his mouth full of trash from the garbage can.

  What's so funny? What's there to laugh about? I really don't know what he brought me to this desolate place for.

  Could it be that you want...

  I subconsciously used my arms to block my chest, and with a gaze that scrutinized him as if he were a suspicious person, I sized him up. He seemed to be getting impatient from being stared at, walked over to me, pulled on my hand, and my hand was suddenly wrenched in pain, ouch, it hurts so much! If not for the shrimp fried rice I had prepared for him, my fingers wouldn't have been cut by the hard, prickly shrimp shells.

  "What's wrong? Does it hurt a lot? I'm sorry, I forgot that your fingers were cut by the shrimp shell..." He carefully picked up my hand and placed it on his lips, gently blowing air on it.

  My face turned red, I quickly struggled out of his warm hands, stuttering: "N-nothing's wrong."

  "What? Are you shy?" He suddenly asked such a heart-pounding sentence, making my already red face almost as red as a monkey's butt.

  "Who says I'm shy? Alright, stop staring at me." I use my hand to turn his head away, not letting those enchanting eagle eyes stay on my face for one more second, or else I'll be sucked in by his black-hole-like eyes.

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