Chapter 217 I Like It

There was a dedicated bus in every small town to get from Erhai to Dali Ancient City. Unlike the big bus in the city, these were small buses with only a dozen seats. At this moment, the woman and Michael were in the pickup truck on their way to Dali Ancient City. There were large farmlands along the way. Here, towering buildings were nonexistent. Michael rolled the windows down. “Music?” “Up to you.” The woman narrowed her eyes in a languid manner. She leaned against the front passenger seat feeling drowsy. She had no desire to engage in a conversation. Michael narrowed his eyes and glanced at her. The wind rushed in from the car window. Her black hair, which was as long as her waist, suddenly looked unpleasant to the eye. The wind had messed up her hair. A strand of hair on her forehead hung down her ear. The man stretched out his slender fingertips and leaned forward. There was a cold touch on the woman's cheek. Her drowsy eyes shot open, and she looked slightly wary. “What