Bi Xia was somewhat unable to react to what Qin Zhan said, the current scene felt just as inexplicable as when they had met for the second time and Qin Zhan called him ’Little Nine’ as he was leaving.
Seeing Bi Xia’s rare dumbfounded expression, Qin Zhan found himself feeling extremely pleased and thus became even more resolute in his thoughts.
Once he found someone who matched his personality so perfectly, how could Qin Zhan hesitate and let this person slip away?
Thinking this, he raised his hand to Bi Xia’s dark and sparkling pupils, and with a soft yet determined movement, yanked down the shoulder fabric of the young man’s clothing. In this way, unexpectedly, the fair and smooth shoulder of the young man slid out from his collar right in front of Qin Zhan.
His actions paused slightly, with his phoenix eyes gazing deeply at the shoulder, the other hand gently landing on it, slowly caressing it.
Bi Xia’s body stiffened a bit, feeling the scorching heat moving in the palm, he moved uncomfortably but was immediately pressed down by the large hand, "Don’t move."
Although the action was extremely frivolous and teasing, Bi Xia remained still, for he believed anyone could hurt him, but Qin Zhan wouldn’t. Bi Xia didn’t know why he trusted Qin Zhan this much, he just felt a voice in his heart telling him so.
When Qin Zhan’s action stopped, a sudden sharp pain instantly moved across his shoulder and then quickly disappeared. Find the newest release on novel(ꜰ)ire.net
Bi Xia blinked, looking down at his smooth shoulder unchanged, frowned slightly, and looked up at Qin Zhan.
The trajectory of that pain just now... was a character!
"The character ’Nine’?"
Qin Zhan only nodded without further explanation, gently lifting the collar he had pulled down, carefully tidying Bi Xia’s clothes, and finally reached out to rub his soft hair, "Let’s go back."
After saying this, he turned around and walked towards his car. His upright body, elegant steps, and cool figure slowly vanished into the night.
"Ha." Even if Qin Zhan didn’t say anything, Bi Xia could roughly guess.
Just like the exclusive circle she had with her close buddies in her past life, where everyone had their own code name ranked according to personal preference, regardless of strength.
As long as they formed a group, they would be one, sharing honor and disgrace, never betraying each other.
Qin Zhan’s intention was clear, he had included her in his circle.
Bi Xia didn’t dwell on it, he flipped over and got down, threw the can on the car hood into the trash bin, opened the car door, and sat inside.
Regarding Qin Zhan’s unilateral decision, Bi Xia wouldn’t refuse, that’s just how she was; if someone treated her well, she’d treat them well too.
"Race a round?" The window of the silver sports car’s passenger seat slowly rolled down, revealing the young man’s cold face, and dark brown eyes stared fixedly at Bi Xia.
The two sports cars, one silver and one red, raced swiftly on the dark Qingpan Mountain road. Bi Xia stepped on the accelerator, closely following the silver sports car, deftly controlling the steering wheel.
The two cars chased each other, their tail lights flashing, neither giving in.
The silver sports car in front suddenly swerved its tail in a beautiful and fierce drift, disappearing at the front turn.
The speed was so fast, it vanished without a trace in the blink of an eye.
Bi Xia’s expression didn’t change, but those starry bright eyes had a faint blue hue rising within, with emotions like surprise, excitement, and thrill flashing in them.
It wasn’t that she hadn’t realized Qin Zhan’s prowess, but when truly facing Qin Zhan, Bi Xia discovered that what she perceived was merely the tip of the iceberg.
This kind of person was, indeed, very suitable for her.
The red sports car didn’t slow down at all, speeding all the way. When it descended from Qingpan Mountain, catching sight of the silver sports car ahead slowing down, it matched its speed only when right behind it.
A honk suddenly sounded from the front, and Bi Xia instantly understood its meaning, turning on the indicator, driving to the front of the silver sports car, and continuing straight on the main road.
When the two cars stopped one after the other downstairs of Bi Xia’s house, Bi Xia reversed into the garage and then walked over to the steadily parked silver sports car nearby, knocking on the window.