Aselia Whistles At Paul

Xiran was more than impressed watching her driving skills as she navigated the car in the heavy traffic with ease under his direction on which route to follow. 

"Who taught you how to drive?" He asked, enjoying her fast pace. Her face was flushed by the warmth of sun rays that filtered through, her perfect lips were puckered as she concentrated on driving.

"I am self-taught. Only took instructions and practised," she informed taking a turn, manoeuvring the steering wheel with one hand. 

"You are full of surprises, you know that."

"I do, I so wanted to race with you back then. Tell me we will race soon," she flashed him a meaningful smile. 

"If you are ready to lose, why not?" Xiran smirked, trying to rile her up. He loved seeing her huff and puff at him. 

"I don't lose to old men," she countered.