Even with Liu Chang'an's strength and driving skills, the speed bumps scattered throughout the city streets still made the overloaded little electric cart jolt and wheeze from time to time.
The night breeze was cool as it brushed against Bai Hui's rosy, slightly warm cheeks.
Whenever the cart braked amid the bumps, she would often involuntarily bump into Liu Chang'an's back. At first, since she was sitting sideways, it was only her shoulder hitting him. But because she kept twisting forward to talk to Shangguan Dandan, her chest would sometimes bump into Liu Chang'an instead.
Would he remember that time when Bai Hui had rammed into him head-on and think she was doing it on purpose again? Of course she wasn't! But it wasn't exactly something she could explain, so her cheeks felt hot.
Fortunately, after chatting with her for a while, Shangguan Dandan went back to discussing with Zhou Winter whether they should visit a graveyard during Qingming Festival, start a fire in the mountains, and see if any zombies came running out. Bai Hui resumed a posture that wouldn't make him feel the presence of the White Girl's Grave. (For the White Girl's Grave, see Supplementary Chapter 113.)
"Liu Chang'an, I've decided what car to buy," Bai Hui said as she watched the traffic on the road.
"Oh? What car?"
"A BYD Han."
Liu Chang'an looked surprised. "After seeing how happily you and An Nuan were chatting last time, I really thought you'd get matching sister cars. No more Volvo?"
Women really were like that. You should never take what they said while smiling sweetly at each other as the truth. The words they spat through gritted teeth behind each other's backs might be more reliable.
"No... I heard that people who like Volvos are pretentious, self-styled refined