In the car.
An Ya was restless and felt very constrained.
Only now did Zhou Xing have the time to look An Ya over.
Without her airline uniform, she had her hair in a bun, making her look even more youthful and beautiful.
Under her grey knit sweater was a white lace inner layer.
Her delicate collarbones were fully visible.
Her full cleavage was faintly visible in the dim car interior.
Beneath her women's hot pants, a pair of rounded, straight thighs had skin that glowed with a luster as smooth as milk.
Standing over 1.7 meters tall, even in flat white shoes,
her figure remained tall and stylish.
With light makeup, she combined cuteness and purity without losing sexiness.
While Zhou Xing was surprised by how well-endowed An Ya was, his gaze frequently fell on her legs.
These legs were arguably the best Zhou Xing had seen in both his lifetimes.
They were enough to play with for a year without getting bored.
An Ya was already shy, and when she felt Zhou Xing's gaze constantly wandering over her body and then settling on her legs, she awkwardly pulled her legs together and adjusted her sitting position.
She bit her lip and remained silent.
But Zhou Xing's gaze felt substantial, making her feel as if an invisible pair of hands was gently stroking her legs.
While secretly delighted by her own outstanding charm, she was naturally shy and her body felt very uncomfortable.
"Have you seen enough? Can you please focus on driving!"
An Ya couldn't help but chide him, her tone more bashful than anything: "I thought you were an upright young man, I didn't expect you to be a lecher too."
Being exposed, Zhou Xing didn't show the slightest embarrassment. He gave a faint smile and said, "It's human nature to look at beautiful things with an appreciative eye."
"If they're good-looking... you still can't keep staring."
An Ya's body trembled slightly, and she said with her head lowered, "You're still driving, and it's the evening rush hour. What if we encounter danger?"
"Look up and you'll see."
Zhou Xing replied enigmatically, making An Ya lift her head in confusion.
Then she saw a scene that astonished her.
During the evening rush hour,
traffic was moving forward slowly.
But in front of Zhou Xing, the path always remained clear.
Cars on both sides instinctively stayed away from the Lamborghini, creating a scene where a clear area inexplicably appeared on the congested road.
The situation of being cut off wouldn't happen to Zhou Xing either.
The Lamborghini's recognition was simply too high.
Passing vehicles didn't want to court disaster.
A slight slip-up could lead to a collision.
It would be fine if it were Zhou Xing's full responsibility, but if it were their fault, even with insurance, it would be a huge burden for them.
This was in the financial metropolis of Shanghai.
If it were a smaller city, the situation would only be more exaggerated than this.
An Ya couldn't help but shake her head. Indeed... when you have money, you find that everything around you is beautiful.
"This car... did you buy it?"
After a moment of silence, An Ya asked.
"That's right, I just bought it yesterday."
After getting Zhou Xing's confirmed answer, An Ya asked in confusion, "Weren't you just visiting Shanghai? You're going back to Jiangcheng soon. What will you do with this car you bought?"
Zhou Xing drove, looking straight ahead. "My school starts in September, and it's right here in Shanghai."
"What?"
An Ya blurted out, "You're still just a college student?"
Zhou Xing looked very young, but when interacting with him, An Ya could clearly feel a steady temperament coming from him.
It made it easy for people to overlook his youthful appearance.
An Ya had mistakenly thought he should be around her age; in any case, he couldn't be younger than her.
She didn't expect that Zhou Xing was actually still in college.
Then he was definitely younger than her.
"Freshman this year."
Zhou Xing's expression was calm.
"Then you are this year..."
An Ya asked tentatively.
"Just turned eighteen."
Zhou Xing smiled slightly, revealing white teeth.
An Ya's mindset crumbled.
She was already twenty-five this year and had graduated long ago; otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to get into the airline.
At this age, a woman is actually already a bit sensitive.
It's the prime of a girl's life, but in a few more years, she would become an 'older leftover woman.'
The pressure from home and the crisis brought by her age had given her the idea of dating, which was why she gave Zhou Xing her contact information.
How could she have known that the first passenger she gave her contact information to was actually only eighteen years old?
A woman three years older is like holding a gold brick.
She was a full seven years older than Zhou Xing.
How many gold bricks would that be!
By the time Zhou Xing graduated from college, she would be nearly thirty.
She used to joke every day about how some flight passengers wanted to be 'old cows eating tender grass,' but who would have thought she would become an 'old cow' herself one day.
An Ya felt like retreating. If her colleagues found out that Zhou Xing was only eighteen,
how would she face them?
But in her heart, she was also somewhat reluctant.
After all, with Zhou Xing's conditions—only a freshman, yet buying a luxury car like a Lamborghini on a whim.
When he could afford to fly business class, An Ya knew his family background was good.
Now it seemed An Ya had still underestimated him.
If she gave up... she might never meet someone like Zhou Xing again.
She recalled the way her colleagues looked when they saw Zhou Xing.
She believed that even if they knew Zhou Xing's age, they would throw themselves at him without hesitation.
Those wealthy middle-aged uncles had countless beauties flocking to them.
Not to mention someone as rich and handsome as Zhou Xing.
Among the wealthy, he was also of the top tier.
"Is age important?"
Zhou Xing asked.
"Isn't it?"
An Ya asked back.
If the two of them were to go all the way with the goal of entering the marriage hall, then age would be very important.
"If you think it's important, then it's important."
Zhou Xing chuckled: "If you don't think it's important, then it has absolutely nothing to do with anything and won't have any impact."
An Ya was silent for a while and didn't continue on this topic. Instead, she looked at Zhou Xing and said, "Where are we going to eat? It's dinner time now, so many places are probably packed and will require waiting in line, right?"
"It's fine. Someone else is treating this time. He's already booked a spot and is waiting for us."
Zhou Xing glanced at the navigation; they would arrive in about ten minutes.
"You lied to me."
An Ya's gaze was melancholy: "This isn't about taking me out to dinner at all; it's just because someone invited you."
"It's just to discuss some matters,"
Zhou Xing explained. "That person has something to talk to me about. I was invited and couldn't refuse. It just so happens I needed a female companion to attend with me, so I brought you along."
"We don't even have anything between us, how did I become your female companion..."
An Ya was a bit shy.
Zhou Xing didn't explain either; he just naturally placed his hand on An Ya's leg.
A warm palm, accompanied by a slight roughness.
An Ya's face immediately turned red. Her small hand pushed against Zhou Xing's hand, trying to move it away: "Don't be like this, we've only just met."
Zhou Xing had a smile on his face.
This flavor.
Was just right!
A faint scent of 'Green Tea.'
It was just that An Ya's 'tea arts' weren't quite up to par; she could only be considered a novice.
His hand, however, did not move away.
After several fruitless attempts, An Ya could only bite her red lips and tacitly accept this behavior.
In a short while,
the Lamborghini drove into the destination, Liangshe Night Banquet.
After parking the car,
the two of them got out.
Zhou Xing directly took An Ya's small hand. After feeling some struggle for a moment, it then became quiet.
Only then did he walk towards the store entrance.