You'll Miss Me

"Why?"

"Cause I want to."

Ning Yu hesitated, unsure of how to react. She glanced back at the house, half-expecting to see her brother come out and catch them. 

"If you want, we can talk inside your house," Sun Yinghao offered, sensing her dilemma. He reached for the handle of the door, ready to open it.

Ning Yu panicked, afraid that he would actually do it. she quickly opened the door to the passenger seat and got in, shutting the door behind her.

Once inside, she was surrounded by his scent, a mix of cologne and tobacco. It was intoxicating and overwhelming. 

"What do you want from me?"

Sun Yinghao put out the cigar and threw it out of the window. 

"I don't even know," he said, sounding frustrated.

"Are you out of your mind?" Ning Yu snapped, losing her patience.