Her silky, long black hair cascades smoothly down, without curls at the ends today, moving fluidly with her waving gestures.
Still looking great.
Lin Li drove up next to Chen Yu Ying, stopped, rolled down the window, and with his arm resting on the window frame, said, "Hello, are you a car model?"
"Nope." Chen Yu Ying smiled and shook her head.
"Of course not," Lin Li dramatically wagged his index finger from side to side, producing an exaggerated popping sound: "The car model thing was a shallow judgment from afar, but now that I'm closer, I realize I'm completely smitten by you, darling—"
This kind of compliment no longer breached Chen Yu Ying's defenses, so she accepted it calmly, humoring him with a few "mh-hm"s while playfully poking Lin Li's forehead with her finger.
"Lin Li is so cunning, saying things like this while we're still in his car. Not puking makes you uncomfortable, but if you do puke, a two-hundred fine!" Bai Bufan sneered disdainfully.
