Couldn't quite place the taste.
Silently glanced at the man's retreating figure.
She thought he would have kissed her just now...
Ye Mingmei's gaze drifted downward, resting on their tightly clasped hands, as her cheeks unconsciously flushed a shade of crimson.
"What would you like for dinner?"
Sitting back down in the sports car, Yu Xiuzhun turned his head to glance at Ye Mingmei, who was still dazedly staring, and furrowed his brow.
"Did I scare you just now?"
"…No, I'm just quite surprised. How come you like racing?"
Ye Mingmei took a deep breath, trying her best not to overreact.
It was just a black sports car after all; it was nothing.
It was her lack of worldly knowledge.
"All men like the thrill of speed. As far as I know, when Ye Zhanxing was young, he raced for a while too. You just didn't know about it. Man's pursuit of speed, in some ways, is the same as the reason they pursue women."
"What?"
