Revenge of the Hideous Lady by Moonlight

Christopher Lancelot subconsciously lowered his car window, his gaze fixed upon her.

Xyla Quest stroked her hair as it billowed with the wind, tossing the strands of hair scattered on her chest to her back.

Holding her helmet in one hand, she pranced toward Christopher and languidly placed her other hand on his car roof. "I won.”

Christopher got out of his car and stood in front of Xyla. Casually closing the car door, he took off the helmet and met her eyes. "Alright then. What do you want me to do? I can do whatever you want me to do." Xyla shook her head in response. "Nah. I don't have anything in particular to ask from you."

"Hey, that's our deal. Don't waste your only chance to instruct me to do something for you. Xyla, I can give you anything as long you can name it," Christopher said.

"Well, why don't you buy me a drink?" Xyla pondered for a short while.

Her brain had regained its composure as soon as her car pulled up.

Once again, grief crept over her like a hungry beast.

She wanted a glass of beer more than anything else.

"Have you heard of that saying?" Christopher asked.

"What?"

flows even if we try to cut it with swords, and sorrow returns even if

I just want to drink..." Xyla

we continue to race? I can stay here

Warmth filled Xyla instantaneously.

hesitated for a few seconds before answering, "Sure. Let's do

and got back into her

quickly put on his helmet and hopped into

like that, the two set off and drove

of racing until their cars almost ran out of gas. Only then

was already half-past two in the

the car from the other side and plopped down on the passenger seat. Closing the car door, he agilely took off his helmet before turning to Xyla and

"Thanks..." Xyla whispered.

after speeding along the

suffered still haunted her from

brain was much clearer