The woman seemed to notice Ye Chenfeng's discomfort and smiled, "You don't need to be nervous, I won't harm you."
"But the prettier the woman, the scarier it is!" Ye Chenfeng said.
"Tsk!"
The woman suddenly hit the brakes, and the car came to an instant halt.
"Since you don't trust me, you can get out now." The woman turned her head and said to Ye Chenfeng.
This allowed Ye Chenfeng to once again admire the woman's stunningly beautiful face, truly breathtaking.
"No, I was just joking," Ye Chenfeng casually picked up a bottle of water from the car and started gulping it down.
Having run all the way, he really was thirsty.
The woman said nothing and started the car again.
After finishing the water, Ye Chenfeng, bored, observed his surroundings, and when his gaze lingered on a pattern on the woman's sleeve, he was stunned.
Because it was a chrysanthemum!
To be exact, a sixteen-petal, Eighth Layer chrysanthemum pattern!
