Princess Chinian wanted to retain a sense of mystery. Zhongli Wuzhi glanced at her again, seeing her coyly avoiding his gaze. The corner of his lips gently curved, and he said no more.
After a few songs had played, Princess Chinian had finished her drink, and only then did Zhongli Wuzhi drive away.
The red Ferrari really stood out, and even though it entered a normal neighborhood and wasn't speeding over a hundred yards, its roaring engine on the main road still drew second glances from passersby.
With the hood down, the wind tangled Princess Chinian's yellow hair.
Zhongli Wuzhi's hand rested on the steering wheel, his leather jacket already removed, his shirt collar slightly open, flapping in the wind.
In the young eyes of Princess Chinian, it formed an image that made her blush and feel shy.
At that moment, did they resemble figures chasing the sunset?
Princess Chinian thought so to herself.
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