They skipped dinner and left the inn.
Saving someone was as urgent as putting out a fire.
Soon, they drove out through the base gates.
As they traveled through the wilderness shrouded in darkness, Yang Xueli was in high spirits, humming all the way.
When she tried to prop her legs, clad in ripped stockings, on the center console, Luo Yan picked up his automatic pistol and nudged her calf with it.
"What are you doing?" Yang Xueli looked at Luo Yan.
"You're blocking my view," Luo Yan said expressionlessly.
Yang Xueli snorted through her nose, lowered her legs, then tilted her head at Luo Yan. "Are you genuinely uninterested in women, or are you just pretending to be a gentleman?"
Luo Yan did not answer.
Yang Xueli flashed a mischievous smile and suddenly took off her jacket, revealing a short shirt underneath.
"Xu Chuan, I've got something even better-looking. Want to see?"
"For example..."
She tugged at the button of her jeans. "Want me to undo them?"
Luo Yan glanced at her, then said, "You're only at the Primary Level Realm, and your physique is merely a little better than an ordinary person's."
"With your condition, if you don't put your clothes back on right away, you'll catch a cold before long."
"In the winter wilderness, you could contract pneumonia. If you don't receive treatment in time, a single fever could kill you."
"By this time next year, the grass in front of your grave should be as tall as you are."
Yang Xueli spat, "Bah. You're no fun."
Still, she quickly put her clothes back on and zipped them up.
After that, she obediently kept her mouth shut and stopped teasing Luo Yan.
Two hours later, a camp appeared ahead of them.
Yang Xueli pursed her lips. "That's