Wild Wolf's mouth twitched. He turned his head away and stopped looking at me, as if he was sulking. Honestly, he deserved to be mad—he was the one who'd tried to make a move on me!
Qiao Seven looked at the two of us with a strange expression, like someone who'd finally managed to poop after being constipated, only to realize there was no toilet paper—and that he'd ruptured a hemorrhoid in the process.
Gun Nine, who was driving, wasn't much of a talker. He kept his mouth shut, but through the rearview mirror, I could still see a flicker of curiosity in his eyes.
Sigh... I really had been misunderstood.
I lay down in the back seat, helpless. It was a large seven-seater SUV with six wheels, and I was stretched out in the very back while Qiao Seven examined my foot. It was pretty obvious, though: every so often, Wild Wolf's brows furrowed as Qiao Seven checked my foot.
Look... I didn't mind you being possessive, but could you not do it to me, okay?
How annoying!
I closed my eyes and let Qiao Seven rebandage my foot. Then, rocked by the swaying car, I slowly drifted off to sleep.
The car fell quiet again. The others had probably stopped talking because they'd seen me fall asleep.
The car jolted along, and I dozed fitfully. By the time I woke up, night had fallen.
When I opened my eyes, it was already dark outside. In the distance, a bonfire blazed, and the sound of several people chatting and laughing drifted over, making me glance that way without thinking.
Fatty Two, Wu San, Knife Five, Qiao Seven, and Gun Nine were gathered around the fire, apparently roasting something.
Wild Wolf was the only one missing. Where had that guy