Atlas Studios

  Atlas Studios

  The Aston Martin raced along, constantly skimming through the lush shadows of the trees it flew past.

  Amid the picturesque Hillstream Garden’s rolling hills and meandering canals, with trickling streams, was the villa. At one glance, the verdant forest looked like a sea of green.

  Illuminated by the moonlight, the leaves rustled with the evening breeze, forming waves across the green sea. The beautiful scenery was enthralling.

  However, at this moment, Yun Shishi, who was sitting in the passenger seat, was nervously eyeing the road ahead. She threw a careful sideway glance at the tachometer – the pointer was at the 4500 digit – then looked at the speedometer – 180 km/h – and her heart hung at her throat!

  The uber race car, just like a galloping wild horse that had broken loose from its reins, sped roaringly along the mountainous road, as if it wanted to rip apart this peaceful night scenery!

  She might not know about race cars, or what the speed change at 4500 meant, but she was slowly feeling the effects of this speed, albeit there was none at first. Whenever the car turned, she would experience a frightening sensation; it was as if the car would float anytime if it went a little faster than this!

  From the villa to the foot of the mountain was a long winding road. Though there were railings to fence off the cliff, it would be unthinkable what would happen if the car actually hit them!

  These barricades might look strong and sturdy, but they were unlikely to withstand a collision with a car; these railings were not useful in such situations.

  If the car really got out of control, not even a wall barricade could withstand the collision, let alone a railing!

  She could vividly imagine the car dashing through the barricade over the cliff and suspending mid-air. Just like in an American action thriller, the car, along with the humans inside it, would then burst into flames!

  “Mu…… Mu Yazhe, it’s too fast!” she anxiously told the man beside her as she held her pounding heart.

  She turned to look at the man, only to find him staring disinterestedly ahead; his head was propped in his one hand.

  The scenery sped past every second.

  With only one hand holding the steering wheel, his attractive face was expressionless and calm under the moonlight. He seemed to be in control.

  “Mu Yazhe!”


  The man threw her a sidelong glance before she could finish her sentence. With a mischievous smile, he suddenly floored the accelerator; the engine gave an ambitious roar and spurted even faster!

  She did not know that the speed at 200 kilometers, let alone 180 kilometers, per hour was well within his control.

  They came to a sharp bend ahead. On the left was a rocky mountain wall and on the right was a bottomless cliff. On the hilly road, one could see the streamlined race car completed an insane car drift on that bend; its shining body painted a dazzling silver line across the skyline under the moonlight.

  “Ahhhh!” She let loose a scream, her face waning in fear and covered with cold sweat!

  By the time the car rolled into her neighborhood, her face had lost all its colors.

  He switched off the engine after he stopped the car below her apartment. Removing his seatbelt, he teasingly drew near her and asked, “Why? Are you scared stiff?”


  He proceeded to gently and playfully spring his slender index finger on her face, which felt cool to the touch.

  She regained her composure and shot a glare in his direction, asking suspiciously, “Mu Yazhe, did you do that on purpose?”


  She could not stop glaring at him. Her rosy cheeks and clear distinctive eyes puffed with unhappiness over his errant driving and the aftershock relief.