Luo Ning hugged his backpack and sat on the passenger seat, his fingers wringing nervously.
"Ready?" Qin Weizhe asked.
"Ah…yes! Of course I am ready!" He answered loudly. Too loud in fact. It was obvious how the more he tried to hide something, the messier it got. Luo Ning closed his eyes in exasperation.
As he expected, the man beside him chuckled. "Don't be so nervous. I won't eat you."
I won't eat you… Luo Ning chewed on the words, flabbergasted. Qin Weizhe also realized how ambiguous he sounded, especially after the two men had entangled intimately just a few hours ago. He averted his gaze, cleared his throat and started the car.
