Qiao Xiang lived just two houses behind Pei Liyan's, roughly a hundred meters away.
Quite close.
Neither of them drove; they walked there together, and along the way, Qiao Rui kept silent.
Pei Liyan was by her side, occasionally catching a light scent emanating from the girl, which puzzled him.
This fragrance, it didn't seem natural, more like it was from some kind of cosmetic, and it smelled good.
But could this country bumpkin use cosmetics?
Just then, a car suddenly sped towards them.
Pei Liyan didn't move; Qiao Rui glanced at him as the car charged directly at them with remarkable speed.
With quick reflexes, Qiao Rui grabbed the man's arm and yanked him aside.
The moment her hand touched Pei Liyan's arm, he froze for a second and then took a step forward, inadvertently pulling the girl against him.
Brought along by his movement, Qiao Rui's lips brushed across his neck, sparking a series of electric currents.