CIATB Chapter 27 My sister's legs went weak and she couldn't walk!
Chapter 27 My sister's legs went weak and she couldn't walk!
The double R logo is imprinted on the palm of your hand.
The unique coolness of metal creeps up your nerve endings, and there's a heavy, weighty feel in your hand.
Zhang Yan lowered his head.
This is not a car key; it's a gold brick that can shatter the self-esteem of an ordinary person.
The exhibition hall was deathly silent.
Manager Wang held the black gold card, his chin stiffly suspended in mid-air, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.
Those rich kids looked like they were being choked by someone.
The playful expression on his face cracked inch by inch, leaving only a comical blank.
Cullinan.
Top-of-the-line.
Just so this "pretty boy" could get to school?
This is not what you call being kept.
This is clearly worshipping a living ancestor!
In the center of your line of sight.
Nie Qingcheng wore a fiery red dress and embraced herself with her arms crossed.
She didn't even bother to look at the blank faces around her; her gaze was fixed solely on Zhang Yan.
The possessiveness in his eyes was so intense it was impossible to ignore.
That was her masterpiece.
"Standing there?"
She raised her chin slightly, her voice languid, with a hint of impatient urging.
"go home."
Zhang Yan ran his thumb along the cold texture of the key's surface.
That sense of absurdity pounded in my chest.
He looked up, his gaze meeting those fox-like eyes.
"I don't have a driver's license."
be honest.
At eighteen, I hadn't even opened the book for the driving test.
This sentence was like a needle, puncturing the taut balloon in the exhibition hall.
The liver-colored look of "jealousy" on the faces of the rich second-generation faded slightly, replaced by a twisted sense of pleasure.
What good would it do to give you Kingsoft?
Can you move it?
Nie Qingcheng's smile remained unchanged.
She didn't care at all.
With long strides, the sound of high heels clicking on the ground was crisp and compelling.
She walked up to Zhang Yan.
Reach out.
Cool fingertips forcefully squeezed between his fingers, prying apart his slightly stiff fingers one by one, and then closing them again.
Make him grip that key tightly.
"Who said you didn't?"
She leaned in and pressed forward.
Her red lips almost touched his earlobe, her hot breath spraying out.
"If I say you have it, then you have it."
overbearing.
Overbearing.
Unreasonable.
The moment the words landed.
【Ding! 】
[Host detected facing driving difficulties; new driver protection mechanism triggered!]
The temporary driver's license (valid worldwide) has been generated, and the data has been integrated into the global transportation system.
boom!
It felt as if a burst of white light exploded deep within my brain.
Countless streams of information were poured in.
The engagement point of the clutch, the limit feedback of tire grip, the center of gravity transfer when cornering, the roar of a fighter jet engine, the vibration of a tank track...
Vast amounts of knowledge are compressed into muscle memory, violently imprinted on every bone and every nerve.
Zhang Yan's pupils contracted slightly, then cleared again.
The initial awkwardness completely disappeared.
Instead, there was a chilling calm.
That's the look in the eyes of someone in control.
He gripped the key tightly and nodded slightly to Nie Qingcheng.
"Walk."
Clean and efficient.
A hint of surprise flashed across Nie Qingcheng's eyes.
She had even arranged a driver, just waiting for the little guy to show his fear.
did not expect.
The sudden surge of composure he exuded was even more captivating than the Cullinan itself.
interesting.
Zhang Yan opened the car door.
The leather seats offer excellent comfort and the new car's distinctive leather scent is mixed with a subtle fragrance.
The moment I sat down, my body instinctively found the most comfortable driving posture.
Adjust the rearview mirror.
Touchscreen central control.
His fingers glided across the intricate dial with the practiced ease of a hand caress.
Nie Qingcheng got into the passenger seat.
She turned to the side, resting her chin on one hand, and stared at him with great interest.
Waiting for a chaotic and hilarious scene.
Or, a surprise.
Zhang Yan didn't move.
He turned his head, his gaze calm.
"seat belt."
Nie Qingcheng raised an eyebrow.
This was the first time anyone had dared to order her around like that.
"Tie it up."
Zhang Yan's voice wasn't loud, but the unquestionable tone of his voice made her momentarily dazed.
She didn't move.
Instead, he leaned forward, his captivating eyes full of laughter.
"What? Afraid of throwing your sister out?"
Zhang Yan did not respond.
Click.
He unbuckled his seatbelt.
He leaned over the center console.
The distance suddenly closed.
The boy's crisp soap scent powerfully overpowered her perfume.
Nie Qingcheng's breath hitched.
All that remained in my field of vision was his profile, so close to mine.
Her eyelashes are very long.
His lips were pressed into a straight line because of his focus.
The intense surge of male hormones hit her, making her ears burn.
Click.
A crisp click of the latch.
Zhang Yan helped her fasten her seatbelt.
But he didn't go back.
The movement paused for a second.
He tilted his head, his gaze locking onto her eyes at very close range.
"Sit still."
After speaking, he calmly stepped back and fastened his seatbelt again.
It was as if that aggressive scene just now was merely a routine procedure.
Nie Qingcheng unconsciously tightened the edge of the seatbelt with her fingertips.
My heart is beating a little erratically.
That little rascal...
Have you learned to take the initiative?
Om-!
The V12 engine was activated.
A deep roar shook the floor of the carriage.
Zhang Yan rested one hand on the steering wheel at the twelve o'clock position.
Shift gears.
Add oil.
The two-and-a-half-ton steel behemoth glided out of the exhibition hall like a light feather.
There were no pauses or breaks.
No hesitation.
Only two scarlet taillights remained behind the group of people.
……
The elevated highway during the evening rush hour.
The traffic flowed like a river, and the red brake lights formed a flowing river of lava.
The low notes of a cello filled the carriage.
The sound insulation is so good that the world is so quiet that all you can hear is the soft rustling of tires rolling over asphalt.
Nie Qingcheng was holding a cup of hot Americano she had just bought.
The liquid surface is as smooth as a mirror.
She had been expecting to see Zhang Yan scramble to change lanes in the traffic, but what she saw instead was an incredibly smooth and effortless maneuver.
In his hands, this massive SUV was as agile as an eel.
accelerate.
Tangent.
overtake.
Every movement was so precise it was as if it had been calculated by a computer, without the slightest unnecessary tremor.
This level of control was even more terrifying than that of her professional driver who had been driving for twenty years.
The light and shadow of the streetlights alternated across Zhang Yan's face.
In the interplay of light and shadow, his profile appeared as sharp and angular as if carved by a knife.
Focus.
Calm and composed.
The charm of a man intently operating machinery is amplified at this moment.
Nie Qingcheng felt a little thirsty.
She took a sip of coffee, but her gaze remained fixed on the coffee.
The intersection ahead.
Ramp merging.
A bus brazenly blocked the lane, leaving only an extremely narrow gap.
A slight mishap could result in a scratch.
Nie Qingcheng subconsciously gripped the handrail, about to speak up to remind him.
Zhang Yan made a move.
He held the steering wheel firmly with his left hand.
His right hand didn't help; instead, it was casually resting on the gearshift.
One-handed plate making!
With a flick of the wrist, the forearm muscles instantly bulge out, exuding a powerful and beautiful aesthetic.
The massive front of the car drew a strange yet precise arc.
Cut in!
Get back on track!
The car body almost grazed the bus's bumper, missing it by a hair's breadth.
The whole process was so smooth and fast that it was impossible to blink.
As the car smoothly entered the ramp, Nie Qingcheng remained in the same position, gripping the handrail.
My mind is filled with that scene from just now.
The way he steers with one hand...
Too sensual.
That absolute control over power and machinery made her calves inexplicably feel weak.
The temperature inside the carriage seemed to rise a few degrees.
Zhang Yan kept his eyes fixed ahead, as if that god-like maneuver was just a basic skill.
Nie Qingcheng stared at him for a long time.
suddenly.
She reached out her hand.
Cool fingertips gently rested on his right hand, which was gripping the gearshift.
She gently scraped her fingernail against the prominent veins on the back of his hand.
Carrying an electric current.
"Little brother..."
His voice was hoarse, as if he were holding a mouthful of honey that wouldn't melt away.
"These hands..."
"She's great at playing the piano, cooks well, and even drives so recklessly."
She leaned slightly forward, her eyes so dreamy they seemed to draw you in.
"Tell your sister."
"Is there anything you can't 'control'?"