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?"

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

know, but I just want to

stay here the whole night if you

Warmth filled Xyla instantaneously.

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

her helmet and got

that, Christopher quickly put on his helmet and

off and drove up

cars almost ran

half-past two

and plopped down on the passenger seat. Closing the car door, he agilely

"Thanks..." Xyla whispered.

speeding along the racing track for countless

torment and heartache she suffered still haunted her from time to time, she felt a lot

brain was much