"Allen Walker's seven-colored auspicious cloud from your family may have been intercepted halfway." Mason King scoffed with amusement, pushing the little drunkard into the car, "Sit tight, and don't move around."
Suzanne Trent sat in the passenger seat, feeling the man fastening her seatbelt, opened her drunken eyes and looked at him. As he was leaning towards her, she suddenly puckered up and chuckled, before gently giving him a peck on the cheek.
The man paused, glanced at her, Suzanne grinned with a face full of confusion and said sluggishly, "Th...ank... you... Funder... f-for... sav...ing me... from... the fire... let me... es...cape unharmed."
She puckered up again trying to kiss his lips, Mason King felt her lips at the corner of his mouth and his heart raced with a warning, "Don't mess around, I have to drive later."
"Hmm... I just want to thank you." Suzanne instantly acted like a spoiled little girl blinking at him.