Jiang Xinghai gave an awkward smile, then opened the door and got out.
"By hand?"
Shen Lingxue blurted it out, only realizing a moment later how filthy the words sounded. Flustered, she quickly turned her head away.
Jiang Xinghai felt even more awkward. 'I get it, you get it. Did you really have to say it out loud?'
"Using… your hand… will that be too hard for you?"
Shen Lingxue kept her head low, biting her red lip so hard it nearly bled. Steeling herself, she said, "If that really won't work, then I'll just… help you."
"No, I can't hurt you," Jiang Xinghai said solemnly.
But inwardly, he was ecstatic.
"Actually… helping you with my hand… it wouldn't really be hurting me…"
Shen Lingxue was too embarrassed to even look Jiang Xinghai in the eye. She quickly turned the car around and drove off.
"Seriously? With *your* hand?"
Jiang Xinghai stared blankly at the red BMW as it sped off into the distance, a wry smile appearing on his face.
