"Do you know what she meant by that, and you just go along with it?" Jiang Xinyi asked disdainfully.
Zhou Yuwen said, "Things that can't be seen are nothing but a few things—murder, arson, and then matters between men and women. Obviously, we can't be murdering or burning things, so it must be..."
Suddenly, Zhou Yuwen pulled the car to the side of the road, then turned to look at Jiang Xinyi, his gaze quite impolite.
Jiang Xinyi's knitted sweater was light green, the kind that's form-fitting and really shows one's figure, snug against the body, with small buttons in front, looking as if it could pop open at any moment.
This kind of sweater looks very nice on a girl, especially that bit of fair skin showing at the neckline.
Jiang Xinyi felt embarrassed under Zhou Yuwen's stare and quickly covered her chest with her hand, complaining, "What are you looking at? The car's not even moving!"
Zhou Yuwen said, "That's why you women are so boring."
