He eyed her. "Still mad at ?"
"Always mad at you." Shen Jing knew just how to list his faults. "My Chenchen is gone, and you were 4 minutes late."
"It couldn’t be kept alive."
Zhou Luchen was selective, only answering the question about the fish.
Shen Jing’s gaze lowered, looking at their interlocked fingers.
Zhou Luchen’s palm was large and broad, his fingers long and well-defined. They enveloped hers, warm and fervent. Against his skin, her fair hands looked as small and delicate as a little girl’s.
His finger bones, exuding a potent strength, were srizing to behold.
Shen Jing’s thumb unconsciously pressed and rubbed the web of his thumb; the calluses on his palm were thick and hard.
"Then, have you thought about ?"
He leisurely countered, "And you?"
She had. Seeing Nathan Road would always remind her of Zhou Luchen.
The first ti she passed Nathan Road in HK, she and Zhou Luchen were kissing deeply in the back seat of a Bentley.
He was always so unrestrained, so indulgent.
From Nathan Road all the way to Cheung Shawan, they didn’t stop even at red lights.
However long Nathan Road stretched, that was how long Zhou Luchen would kiss her.
He had said it so nonchalantly back then.
"You have a terrible sense of direction, but even if you’re hopeless with directions, you must rember Nathan Road in HK."
She truly didn’t know how many more wicked ways Zhou Luchen would employ in the future to force her to rember all sorts of things.
Landing in the dazzlingly decadent Shanghai, she would also think of Zhou Luchen.
It suited him perfectly.
But Shen Jing wouldn’t say she missed him. It wasn’t about playing hard to get; if he didn’t show his stance, neither would she.
Shen Jing humd, mimicking Zhou Luchen’s playful tone, "I don’t miss you. Not at all."
Repeating words for emphasis often betrays a fear of not being believed, an attempt to conceal sothing.
A smile touched Zhou Luchen’s eyes as his palm rubbed against hers. "If you don’t miss , then you don’t."
"You don’t miss either, do you?" Shen Jing said, a little coquettishly.
After a mont of silence, Zhou Luchen’s lips faintly curved. "I do."
When he smiled, his lips were sharply defined, rather cold, rather thin.
You couldn’t take his words seriously.
Shen Jing knew he was just trying to trick her. He even had the spare energy to deceive her, to tease her so openly—he was clearly just ssing with her.
Shen Jing stared at him, almost falling for his act, captivated by his handso face.
"Where exactly are we going?"
Zhou Luchen’s leather shoe lightly pressed the accelerator, and the car’s speed suddenly surged. The thunderous roar of the sports car was sealed off beyond the windshield.
He glanced sideways. "Can you drive?"
Shen Jing surveyed the various sleek button designs on the center console, suddenly forgetting everything her driving instructor had taught her.
Zhou Luchen’s car was that not-for-sale Lamborghini model. Its design was inspired by the very essence of top-tier clients from exclusive channels, and the exclusive matte black bodywork was a masterpiece.
Its price was twice that of limited-edition supercars worldwide.
If she wrecked it, there wouldn’t be another one like it in the world.
When he drove this car out, anyone who knew cars would recognize it as belonging to that Young Master from the Zhou family.
This ti, she refused to be willful. "I have a driver’s license, but this car looks too advanced for . I don’t think I can."
It wasn’t that she couldn’t drive; she was just afraid of damaging his car.
"Give it a try."
Zhou Luchen’s words made it sound as if he didn’t care about such a trivial sum at all.
Shen Jing lifted her head, gazing straight ahead through the windshield at the road. The rain wasn’t heavy; this kind of persistent drizzle was the most dispiriting and most likely to create opportunities for ambiguous encounters between unattached n and won.
She bit her lower lip, saying in a coy tone, "It’s raining, it could be slippery."
Zhou Luchen watched her slowly.
She really knew how to act coy.
She could bite her own lip until it was flushed.
The depths of Zhou Luchen’s dark, profound eyes deepened imperceptibly. "I’m here."
I’m here.
Shen Jing felt relieved and ticulously laid out her conditions beforehand. "If I break it, I can’t afford to compensate you. You can’t lose your temper with . I cry very easily; if I feel even slightly aggrieved, I’ll burst into tears. I respond to gentleness, not to force."
Zhou Luchen deftly turned the steering wheel with one hand, his soothing voice drawling out unhurriedly, "Can you ’accompany’ , Shen Jing?"
Accompany, not compensate.
She understood. Having been with Zhou Luchen for so long, she grasped the subtext of his words in an instant.
"What could I possibly ’accompany’ you with?" Shen Jing turned sideways.
She saw an involuntary smile spread across his handso face, full of aning yet never quite reaching his eyes. "Don’t play dumb," he said.
How could she not know what he liked?
Shen Jing’s tone was dry. "That doesn’t sound like a very good deal."
Zhou Luchen released her hand, flicked on the turn signal, found the ergency lane, braked, and stopped by the roadside. Then, he turned to her.
His tall shadow bent over, enveloping her entirely. He undid her seatbelt with his fingers. With a CLICK, it retracted. Shen Jing’s heart skipped a beat. She tensed, not daring to move, and looked up into his pitch-dark gaze.
With each rise and fall of his hot breath, wisps of it landed on her nose as he slowly began in a husky voice, "Be good."
Shen Jing’s breath hitched. "Do you really want to?"
"Mm."
Zhou Luchen lifted her bodily into his lap, his palms firmly gripping her thighs and pulling her towards his chest. His deep voice patiently explained the acceleration button, all the other buttons, and the various paddle shifters.
His voice was exceptionally low. When he looked at Shen Jing again, a delicate blush naturally suffused her cheeks, a bashful, tender pink, like a newly awakened cub that needed to be held and coddled to feel secure.
Zhou Luchen chuckled softly. "Shy?"
"Your hand is hot," Shen Jing said, looking down.
Only then did she notice that her beige dress had a slit on one side reaching all the way to the top of her thigh. Her slender, fair leg was exposed there, and his hand, unintentionally yet restlessly, brushed against and lingered on her skin.
Then, Zhou Luchen pinched her, not too lightly and not too heavily. The spot imdiately reddened with pain, and she cursed him as a scoundrel.
Letting her act coy, he didn’t provoke her any further.
If he provoked her again, she would surely cry.
Her crying and sniffling would only make him irritable.
This car of Zhou Luchen’s boasted a ’life-saving’ safety assistance system, constantly detecting hidden dangers and adjusting performance for stability in real-ti, including sensing road conditions and automatically applying maximum braking force for collision protection.
In terms of safety, its design was second to none; in rainy weather, the tires even had a wet mode.
Zhou Luchen turned the car around with one hand on the steering wheel, choosing a route with less traffic.
Shen Jing got out of the car with an umbrella, and they switched positions.
She was driving now, and he sat in the passenger seat.
It was easy to get the hang of it, proving her license wasn’t just for show.
If she wrecked it, so be it. He wouldn’t mind anyway.
Feeling bored, Shen Jing turned sideways to look at the man in the passenger seat.
Zhou Luchen’s arm, holding a cigarette, was bent and resting on the car window fra. The glowing tip flickered faintly in the wind.
He idly toyed with the pack of He Tian Xia cigarettes in his palm, tapping it again and again, arrhythmically.
She had no idea what he was so lost in thought about.
She asked him, "Where’s the destination?"
Zhou Luchen flicked the ash from his cigarette. "The navigation will guide you."
She murmured an "Oh," sitting up straighter, the curve of her slender waist becoming even more pronounced.
So soft, as if made of clay.
Zhou Luchen undid a button on his shirt to cool off. "How many months did it take you to get your driver’s license?"
"I passed every subject on the first try," Shen Jing boasted with a touch of pride, yet she gripped the steering wheel with both hands, not daring to loosen her hold for a mont, clearly nervous but forcing herself to appear calm.
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