The neon lights on both sides of the road flew rapidly backward with the roar of the red sports car. The dim yellow light drifted across the man, leaving charming shadows on his sharply defined handsome face.
Under the nightshade, the man's thin lips were tightly pursed, and the lines on his face were tense, as if he was trying hard to shake something off. But no matter how hard he tried, he ultimately failed. The scene on the rooftop kept flashing in his mind from time to time.
Those clear eyes, those soft lips, and that faint, elusive body fragrance...
Ouyang Hao shook his head abruptly. What was going on with him? Was he enchanted?
Suddenly, a violent collision snapped him back to reality. Ouyang Hao glanced at the Cadillac he had just smashed into. The sight was so bad that he felt utterly defeated.
He wasn't enchanted; he was just brain-dead!
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