Tang Yu looked at Miles, who was becoming more and more mysterious. It was the first time she saw that his car was good enough to reach speeds of 160 km/h on a winding coastline.
Soon, they arrived at a tall wheat field. Miles took out a few of his black gadgets before plunging them into the surrounding soil. Then, he pulled out a black box from his car's trunk and reloaded the pistol in it with bullets.
"Miles, are you going to kill me?" Tang Yu swallowed her saliva.
Miles smiled wickedly, yet his eyes were filled with tenderness.
He placed Tang Yu on the seat as he supported her on one hand and held a gun on the other, pressing it against her temple.
"Beautiful lady, please have sex with me."
Tang Yu wanted to cry, but no tears came out. "Take it away. I'm afraid it will go off."
"I can promise you that it won't go off, but my lips will." Miles bent down as he kissed her hard.