He looks dangerous. Like he’s got a world of violence just barely leashed beneath that stoic exterior—
In short, he’s probably a serial killer. It’s the only reason he would stop, because he looks like he doesn’t like other people. At all.
“You know what,” Jiang Cheng shouts over the hum of the engine. “I’m good. I’m just going to—”
The man turns to him. Gives him a glare that manages to be both withering and impatient even through his sunglasses. “Get in,” he says. Then turns and stares back out the windshield.
Fuck this. “What’s your deal?” Jiang Cheng asks, his temper flaring. Wei Ying always jokes that it comes out at just the wrong moment every time, but seriously. This guy stopped for him, but that doesn’t give him the right to—
“How many other cars have driven past? A dozen? If that?” The man imperiously points to his dash. “It’s over a hundred degrees out here, there’s nothing around for miles, and if you don’t get in the car, you will probably die from heat exhaustion long before you manage to walk to the nearest anything.”
Wow. This guy sure is a charmer.
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04 Dec 2021