After thoroughly punishing Leng Yueshuang and Zhu Yan until they were both frothing at the mouth, Sun Zhe finally stopped, satisfied.
Just as he finished packing to leave, he received a call from Han Xinyue.
"Vice Pavilion Master Han, calling this early in the morning, what do you want?"
"Are you headed to the airport?"
"Not yet, I'm just about to leave."
"Wait for me a bit, I'll take you there."
"Sounds good, anyway, these two can't even step on the gas pedal anymore."
...
On the road to Yangcheng Airport.
Han Xinyue was focused on the windshield, her hands on the steering wheel, completely indifferent to Sun Zhe's wandering hand on her silky legs.
"This time, when do you plan to come back from Kyoto?"
"Not sure, but it might be a long time."
Han Xinyue's eyes were full of reluctance as she advised, "Compared to Yang City, Kyoto is filled with hidden dangers and depth. You need to be careful there."
