Heartfelt Arsonist

"We are all Chinese. Can I light you up with a cigarette?" The woman said. The man twitched his lips: "I don't smoke." "Then..." She rolled her eyes, looked at his obviously not cheap off-road vehicle, and said, "Can you give me a lift?" She said, turning around and pointing to the shabby car not far away: "You also saw that my car broke down halfway. There are still more than fifty kilometers away from the next supply point... You shouldn't want to see me, a weak woman, sleeping pitifully in the wilderness at night, right?" The man glanced at the dilapidated car not far away, and when he looked away, his eyes flickered, "I can give you a ride, but it's not free." "How much?" "I don't want money." If murder was not illegal, the man in front of her would be gone. In order not to sleep in the wilderness, she had to endure it: "Then what do you want?" "Come here." "What for?" At this moment, a strong wind blew, and in the wilderness, the sand and stones rolled, making a friction sound. The man looked at her with his deep eyes and took a step forward: "You set a fire in my body and you want to escape?" This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.