The more Le Sijie saw An Ran angry, the better his mood became. He said happily," I'll sell you."
An Ran didn't know what he was going to do, so he casually picked up a bottle of coke from his seat and opened it. He drank a few mouthfuls of it regardless of his image. Le Sijie was dumbfounded. He could even hear An Ran drinking.
"What? It's a broken can." The corner of Le Sijie's mouth curled into a smirk. His lips, which were soaked in juice, were exceptionally moist. An Ran didn't even need to wipe them off with a napkin. He allowed the cola's foam to melt in his mouth.
Le Sijie drove the car, the green light in front turned into a red light and stopped the car. His gaze fell on An Ran shoulder, An Ran felt a burning gaze on his body.
She turned her head, and Le Sijie face gradually
