Wen Qian's impression of Gu Mian was still stuck in their childhood: a small, soft little thing that could wrap around her arm.
"Really?" Wen Qian's eyes lit up.
The man hummed a low assent, then leaned slightly toward her and fastened her seatbelt. The light in his eyes flickered, and his voice was a bit raspy. "It's a little cramped in the car. Come to my room tonight."
Wen Qian was momentarily bewildered and didn't react right away. 'A snake barely two fingers long... is that supposed to be a big deal?'
But she had no time to dwell on it, because a group of people had appeared outside the window.
"KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK." Someone rapped on the window.
Gu Mian calmly lowered the window a little and cast the person a questioning glance.
