Falling on his Pants
Editor: Atlas Studios
She wanted a cigarette from him?
Lu Yan pressed his thin lips together, a little displeased. When had she started smoking?
An'an looked at him. He jolted, and she reached out to take the pack of cigarettes in his large palms.
She reached out quickly for the cigarettes.
But in the next second, the cigarette pack was crushed into a ball by the man's large palms. He wound the car window down slowly and threw the crushed pack straight into a rubbish bin on the side of the road.
An'an, "…"
He did that on purpose!
An'an's eyes turned cold. "Why? Did you throw the cigarettes out because I refused to let you look at my legs? Couldn't tell that you have quite the temper, how manly."
Laughing mockingly, An'an looked at the man's empty pant leg. "Even if I were to let you look at my legs, what could you do? Can you even… do it?"
She emphasized the word 'do'.