Our Secret

Qiao Liwei and Emily rushed out of the club, grasping hands tightly and suppressing their laughter.

Liwei worriedly looked around, left and right before opening the car door to his white Lamborghini.

Emily jumped in the passenger seat and grabbed a tissue to blot her shiny makeup, she panted breathily and fanned her face.

VROOM!

The car pulled out with a loud growl and flew down the night streets of Shanghai, loud music blasting from the speakers.

Emily's long dark brown curls whipped around uncontrollably in the wind; she caught her hair and gathered it with both hands. Liwei rolled up the window and turned down the music.

Emily laughed hysterically kicking her legs.

"Are you actually drunk?" he asked from the side of his eye as he steered with his right hand.

"Hahaha! Obviously not! You saw me, I had one tiny shot."

Liwei nodded his head, eyes focused on the road and a slight smile, "Mhmm.. I guess you are just a great actress then.."